Harvest Home Poems - Poems about Harvest Home

... Snow, snow, drifting down on little towns and farms, Snow, snow glistens on the oaks’ and maples’ arms. River, river from the north, with thaw of ice it flows, Mighty Mississippi, past my litt......

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...Written: September 24, 2023 Apple Picking Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori ___________________________________________________________ In a farm adorn......

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...In November I write of winter for I am weary of the old year and tired bones I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall geese in a "V" as they flee on trade winds to the south seas......

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...Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Day grace Remembers abundant yields From fields and orchards A signature of blessings Gratitude for harvest home. 10-22-21 Contest: Thanksgiving Tanka Sponsor: L......

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...Song of the Harvest Home Under contented twilight memories, my childhood harvest home abides in chrysanthemum hues Two story home on a quiet street behind a fence decorated by my grandmother’s ro......

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...ON THE SHORE A FORGOTTEN MAN On the shore a forgotten man. He left footprints on the water. From him, they say, all life began. Longs to call thee, son and daughter. The true love knot of Ca......

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...Tiny misshapen meringues, puffs of cloud, float Like lacework across the green and brown land Far beneath. In the distance, they are a little Bigger, yet still not the towering fortresses of hom......

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...A blood-red private view of morning A second chance to climb the attic stairs. The ceiling, ticking time, cascades A thousand pricking darts, stampeding Purple chariots, blanketing the sky. The......

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...HAIBUN QUATERNION WINTER in anger whips up the waves,pounds the shingle shore,whispt later SPRING in action,brings to life and feathers its nest.SUMMER ,so lazy rests the soul and flowers the land a......

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...Januari brings the glow, that Makes the beech and filbert grow February brings the rain, that Warms our open pool again March brings breezes hot and still, that Make d......

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... The earth looks tired Harvest home, the silos full Dust swirls in the breeze Birds inspect the dry rubble Hills long burnt by the sun, wait Barbara Gorelick 7/11/11 ......

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...The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time, fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long, their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime. Full heart-shaped clusters pump ......

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... freshly plowed field rows stretch to the horizon birds feeding earth nurtures seed sun filters through broken clouds rich black gold golden blanket waves in the hot summer......

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...On a grassy bank beside a trickling stream I view her ebony locks of which I've dreamed Naked she is bathing in translucent crystal clear As I long for her shapes to shadow me near This short......

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...Snow, snow, drifting down on little towns and farms, Snow, snow glistens on the oaks’ and maples’ arms. River, river from the north, with thaw of ice it flows, Mighty Mississippi, past my li......

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