Farmland Poems - Poems about Farmland

Poet’s Note : Robertson & Ashton are two small wine producing towns in the Karoo of South Africa. Robertson is known as the Town of Roses & Wine because it is exceedingly beautiful, yet the wealth discrepancies between the farm owners & their workers remain vast, even to this day. I worked on a small...

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Scarecrows Birds foes Farmland They stand Dress codes Old clothes Plus hat With that Deploy Decoy Away Birds stay No fear This year Good yield From field Without A doubt The best Harvest Backed by Straw guy Straw gal As well. (The girl scarecrows do well too lol) 24.08.23...

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Ibrahim saw Abraham try to spit But about the rudeness thought not a bit: Herdsman coarsely attacked with a spittle And it had no meaning or just little, Whereas it was Abraham’s wished battle Against his teeming hundred cattle just placidly grazing on his farmland, For gratitude discharging dung on sand! Ibrahim, the black like burnt kettle, Would, confronted, give a fight...

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Many would have for it killed And blood of The Guiltless spilled, True Catholics to surprise, For it fight and let voice rise! An eye catching Rich Terrain That knows how to welcome rain; Enough to envy arouse Against its tiller a grouse For this I clench thankful fist Of one who knows how lips twist, The Disfavoured Man A...

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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 farmland Often found Ground into dust and Blown by the wind Into the next county I am the dirt ground into grime and found beneath the fingernails of farmers having coffee in...

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The Farmland The mid-west of the USA flat plain many farmers tilling rich soil; red barns under a blue sky. The community thrived, cows and horses in the fields the Amis people lived nearby in peace with God. There was harmony here and whispering grass. Agricultural – business moved in, bought up land the farmers could not compete and sold out. Empty...

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bountiful land hungry world solar farms cover...

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In the dark By candle At my kitchen table I begin to sign the monthly checks. Soon the sun will rise A flood lifting an orchard light Of cherries and white clouds Dappled blossoms From the bottom of my feet To just below my eyes I peak above the neighbor’s horizon The farm fields of knee-high spring wheat Is combed by a young wind Shredding the tips Of the...

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Sometime, in July's budding charm when the harvest of earth's clay affirms that which exposes a content heart, I remember a glimpse of rare delight accepting the slow exposure of one morn when daylight warms Grandpa’s hands soaked in earthy glow on his farmland. A rumbling wind turns amiable, as bamboo drifts along lush curls glossing the husk of our fond whispers, oh, it...

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In this farm where boats sail on oil, On overflowing oil, we yet live in a dream. The things we see should not be said The things we say should not be heard And the things we hear Are grossly absurd. Such absurdities as Trees growing upside down, Fishes fly and birds swim. The father and the son cannot Look in each other’s eyes again. Now...

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