Fencepost Poems - Poems about Fencepost

...I won't leave you Bluebird Forever I will be Your troubadour in waiting Where no one else can see My heart is yours, it has been I penned a little note Then hid it in a fencepost So many ye......Read the rest...

...“Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba.” L. Milton Hankins The meadow lark happily sits along the fencepost singing away and watches as Milton ......Read the rest...

...Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba. I mimic her voice and watch her curiosity as I stroll among the goldenrod and yarrow, the ......Read the rest...

...In the meadow a single robin winters over A hearty bird of sturdy disposition and feather Oblivious to the cold, he thrives; moreover, Appearing now and then despite the weather. A ......Read the rest...

...yellow meadowlark offering sweet melodies atop a fencepost my mood suddenly lightened I stroll toward the woodland Written May 23, 2022......Read the rest...

...When morning comes too early in the day, And I have not yet begun to plan the afternoon I shall make some time for myself to play. For such a day leaves room to be the buffoon, And find the tim......Read the rest...

...She’s a switchblade, blackjack, Knuckle-duster dame. Got the proper block and tackle, Lash your rigging to the frame. She put the drill press to your taproot And the grindstone to your saber. G......Read the rest...

...I lost September somewhere in the sadness lost track of shadows in the sun mourned not fading warmth nor shortened days shivering in a crystal cloak of frost. Lovers, sated on a Summer’s sweetn......Read the rest...

...Mornings to me are not an exiting crescent moon glowing gold in the west, preparing to retire below a distant tree line silhouette Scattered footprints in the glistening dew ......Read the rest...

...My mornings... are not an exiting crescent moon glowing high overhead, preparing to retire below a distant tree line silhouette ~~ Scattered footprints in the glistening dew ......Read the rest...

...After a moment when something becomes what it has always been and creation comes flying in as natural as breath-- now that shakes the earth for me! It takes an afternoon of wondering to eas......Read the rest...

...The fencepost, bits now Sunk below the surface of The dirt, lay broken much the Same as that day, years ago, Little Georgie told his Ma, with Excitement building in his voice, Hurried by his ......Read the rest...

...though ludicrous the fortunate way around the storm may be the violent mannerism found inside the calm beneath the skin behind the eyes along the quiet spine that swims just like the candlelight whic......Read the rest...

...FROM A HOSPITAL BED Wordancer Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head, I must not disturb the others in the beds In this hospital ward where not much is said For fear of making a fuss. It’s not much......Read the rest...

...Barbed wire makes illusive shadows the sun is going down slowly, a lazy red spoon in your corner of the sky it must be ten degrees but you've been sitting on that fencepost all day I never as......Read the rest...