Flax Poems - Poems about Flax

Son, each day I will ride Through waving cottonwoods Near the broad river bend Where the wild blue flax grows. It is a special place That your grandfather knew Where he pledged all his love To your grandmother, Sue. Flax and cornflower blaze Beneath the tree-trimmed sky. They were there for me too And your mom I love true. Son, you are young to go Where the wild...

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I reckon my ancestors worked like a Hebrew slave under that hot Georgia sun with no relief of shade Picking cotton all day every day all year in that blistering heat with their masters sitting near I suppose my Hebrew kin felt exactly the same way ...

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Before you reach for your axe, There are some facts you need to know about flax. A Flax rope made well Will get you safely out of the well. With a little toil, You can make money from flax seed oil, Or a basket you should try If you want to pay off your lay-bye. You can't go awry If you make a mat...

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FLAX FIELD IN ALBERTA Suddenly out of the blue we come by A lazuline flax field under the cloudless indigo sky, Filled to overflowing with perfume dry. In the steady warm air, the smell of linens And the small delicate petals’ nutty fragrance. As the...

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Are arrows of afflictions aiming your soul? Swaying you away from life’s goal Are the armies of Satan attacking your fort? With arms and ammunition of varied sort Do problems crush like a twirling climber? Sap your strength rushing ahead as a runner Suppress you having clung for support Alarmed, are you looking at their progress report In vain, do you turn right...

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