Farm Horse Poems - Poems about Farm Horse

Blue skies above, Green grass below. Hot springs still, Cool waters flow. Wind blows soft, Trees stand tall. Clouds drift by, Warm rains fall. Corn stalks sway, Bull frogs croak. Squirrels take shelter, Wheat fields soak. Sun peeks through, Clover smells sweet. Creek beds swell, Milk cows eat. Red petals bask, Horses...Read the rest...

Soon, I’ll be going to the county fair Late in August, it makes its return I’ll be showing my prize-winning mare. Being an exhibitor, I don’t pay a fare, Which, of course, is of no great concern Soon I’ll be...Read the rest...

Mardi was at the Darby; Yet he was not invited to the party; Very upset at what he could not get; He went over to the teller to make a bet. “Mardi, you came to the Darby,” the...Read the rest...

I count my strides Since I know how to ride The idea is to figure out a problem And if I do it with grace, I can honestly say I got em. With every fence...Read the rest...

The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground In a thick snowy white layer, As the gentle breeze whispers Through the emerald green foliage. The fragrance of mowed sun dried hay up ahead, As the farmer’s toys mulch it and create...Read the rest...

TONY THE PONY’S LITTLE PRINCESS PART TWO Two weeks ago, we got a very excited call From our friends on the farm, Tony’s sexy young lady, Shady, Had given birth to a small Beautiful baby pony, She was named Charm! Over...Read the rest...

TONY THE PONY Last weekend our friends invited us To their farm, And we were introduced, to their New pony, who had delectable charm. His name was Tony, Such a handsome pony, I noticed him from afar, And on his forehead, he...Read the rest...

And the Rest is...Restful/Restless tonight At last, he sleeps beneath the stars and, for once, beneath the grass. tonight at last, she sleeps beneath the stars and for once, above her horse. tonight One sleeps peacefully one, fitfully. One free, one free of free. tonight Both sleep. tomorrow One rises, one sleeps a mother, her...Read the rest...

I'm here tonight to stand in the ache. The ache of hollow, the empty of the not simply empty; rather, the empty of the recently full. The silent ache of missingness, of quiet. Before the ghosts have risen, before the memorial stones are set. ...Read the rest...

Once there was a country boy called Chester, he came from the rural Appalachians; got himself a farming job not far from a big city, ...Read the rest...

The unexpected heavy thud of netted hay on solid wood. My horses snort and sigh and chew, as glistening cobwebs sway with dew. There is comfort in their rhythmic chomp, on seeing me they grunt and stomp. Stamping...Read the rest...

The rain didn't fall last night so much as it was thrown. The wind didn't blow last night so much as it was whipped. And a whip is a thing which lacerates, it cuts. The day after was the last day and the next days will...Read the rest...

Along a country a dusty country road There is a lot to explore I see a large house on the field Beside the home was a vegetable field ...Read the rest...

fable Farmer Brown never works on Sunday, for Sunday is special and they go to church. Two horses in his barn know of kindness for of kindness, the Browns talk a lot. Each Sunday one of their...Read the rest...

My Molly May I had a little pony I called her Molly May So often I would venture out And feed her bales of hay. So then she’d frolic Kick her heels up high Round and round she would run Looking sweet as...Read the rest...