Work Farm Poems

Quilted yellow comforter of sunflowers
Lay across the once black meadow
People driving the highway stared
Wondering if this was a farm open to the public
It was the...

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Before you get married, my child
There are a few things you should remember
The most important being
To always tend to your farm

You should look for a...

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I once told a story about my 
Ex-girlfriend Gormless Sue
Well that was part one
And this is part two

Gormless Sue had a farm
She lived in a...

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John Pete's house is full
The golden field is empty
Who'll work, heed the call?...

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As the leaves brown,
They float to the ground,
Under the fagus tree.

Animals sing out,
Whilst new plants sprout,
And the crows around flee.

Jump across the bales of hay,
Until...

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Autumn has arrived.

The sycamore are starting to loose leaves, and the corn fields
almost ready to be picked, indications of its arrival.
Though the temperature, especially in...

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I just met a scarecrow all dressed in yellow.
Seemed quite nice and really quite mellow.
     A crow was sitting on each...

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Must be cool to be a farmer.
(Well, except for all the work!)
Having produce at your fingertips
Would be a lovely perk.

Feeding chickens, brushing horses,
Waking up to...

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Thirsty for a drink of water, she sits down
on a tree-stump and rests for a while.
A peaceful day of recent dreamy memories,
thoughts that wandered away,...

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(Honeybee on apple blossom and honey harvest - praise bee!!!)

Extracting the Essence

When a honeybee makes honey
first she has to extract the nectar
flying about between various...

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You have to come see the farm stand the city dweller said
She was enthralled with the pumpkins and apples of red
I had grown up in...

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I watched the farmer do daily chores, year after year.
On hot days, those of snow, each morning he was here
before lavender light of dawn, he...

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The Good Harvest

Years ago I was a farmer,
And my neighbor had a field.
But he let it go to briars,
He was not concerned with yield.

As I...

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BALING  HAY

                We three are farmer girls primarily.
 ...

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Walking country roads, farmlands, my dreams rouse
Faith blessing those who believe in His grace
Over meadows, past gardens, through the house
Erasing dark with morn’s stirring embrace

Faith...

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