Farmhand Poems - Poems about Farmhand

...Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone......Read the rest...

.....But when he looked at her, sad as she was, he knew he just couldn’t leave it because she fired in him something way down deep, entered his dreams when he lay down to sleep, stirred in him somet......Read the rest...

...Farmland David J Walker I am The dreamland Of the farm The zauberhaft/magic-craft Found in the brown dirt Beneath the feats of farmers I am The farmhand of The sacred fa......Read the rest...

...*Image of The Farmhouse by UNS. Hint of Autumn Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts, As light skews her southernmost sky, A roost rouses, a rooster crows, Henhouse's wood handle lif......Read the rest...

...Short sighted Shirley, a young farmhand girlie Life as a milkmaid meant getting up early But it’s not the tiredness making her surly Her hair has turned slimy: it’s normally curly She talks to ......Read the rest...

...This lucky youngster definitely got an ample helping of “love” whenever he visited his grandparents on their farm. For Delbert and Nellie I can stil......Read the rest...

...Dreamin' with my eyes on these Montana skies Blue as the plaid in my plum good shirt I got the mitten by a beauty queen smitten By a flannel mouthed tenderfoot from the Wyoming dirt I’m just a ......Read the rest...

...Fruitful faeries flying freshly frightenly faraway Flashing flea-bitten furry fireflies fantasy fey, Faux flash-dancing flowery figs flowing flippantly free, Ferocious fierce foursome fruit-flies ......Read the rest...

...My deep roots, Oh, so precious my blood and roots, yesterdays shadows creep and cling; odd, I have the same attributes . . . The past lays icy hands to bring, me my foundat......Read the rest...

...Oh, so precious our blood and roots, yesterdays shadows creep and cling; odd, I have those attributes . . . The past lays icy hands to bring, my foundation; my forma......Read the rest...

...THE CANDLE IN THE WIND This is the story Of a light Back when there were few Men on Earth Light and electricity industry And Wo/Men Took great care of their candles. Using in their defens......Read the rest...

...“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,” the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace! Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face. He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should k......Read the rest...

...Oh, so precious our blood and roots, yesterdays shadows creep and cling; odd, I have those attributes . . . The past lays icy hands to bring, my foundation; my forma......Read the rest...

...Sister Faith took me in, teaching me all different practical things, everything from canning foods and churning butter, milking the cows and squeezing the udders, sewing and darning all of th......Read the rest...

...Summer is now over and fall is very near. Our first harvest is what we celebrate here. We've gathered berries, corn, and grain. And soon we'll have other vegetables to gain! We give thanks to M......Read the rest...