Farmhouses Poems - Poems about Farmhouses

...The dismal, drizzling midnight and happenstance finds her lost by an empty field with few things left to lose and even fewer shames concealed. She lifts her face to the rain and loses herself to ......

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...There’s still a Church and Chapel A pub, but no longer a school For there on the council Childless incomers rule. There are houses on allotments, Pastures where cows would graze Have asph......

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...Sunday drive Sunday morning out for a drive Windows down feeling alive Open road open air Following the road going nowhere Country roads are a continuous thing Fences and pastures a colorful ......

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...Chasing the golden sun across America, Expressing wonderment at the vastness Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses Dwarfed by gigantic silos awaiting harvest. Four lines fro......

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...Racing toward the deep blue horizon, Chasing the golden sun across America Expressing wonderment at the vastness Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses Dwarfed by gigantic silos await......

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...Of Mice and Men-Mills David J Walker And Speaking of Steinbeck The Jobe family could have Lived here or there Pointing to the bones of Clapboard farmhouses on Their last legs In some......

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...Gardens, houses, metaled roads, no tractor and mower Speed limit grows in reverse, bigger and slower Brick and concrete slowness teks ower Sixty, forty, to thirty, where does it stop ? Down to tw......

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...Arrived is now Spring, The scents of flowers scattered in the fields Awaken feelings of sleeping children. Here, the breeze that goes Between flowering almonds. There, weeping of poplars......

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...THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was totally the opposite of anyone who strives......

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...Going out of his way, the obliging taxi driver drives to the top of the hill. A young man gets out, walks a short distance to a vantage point where his gaze falls upon the vil......

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...America the Beautiful The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses, the country I read about as a young man it is still there although news we are served is of riots and mass shooting. S......

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...Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale Where the farmhouses sit all put together There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale Just one leery breeze that blends with the othe......

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...A Farmhouse Vale Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale Where the farmhouses sit all put together There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale Just one leery breeze that blends wit......

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...Egli in tal modo il proprio carro aggancia A quello del bieco suo alleato Che adesso verso l’est la sfida lancia. He in this way his chariot hooks To the one of his awry ally Who now to east his ......

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...My mother sits at the kitchen table, smoking slowly and thoughtfully, the TV too loud. Those first years we had bedrooms we never slept in. I had nightmares and she preferred the ledge, the m......

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