Haying Poems - Poems about Haying

...I tied ole paint at the old cowboy’s shack. He’d been in the crib mucking stalls, haying a little and shucking corn. I observed him at his chores from the porch as the day kept limping on ......

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...I cannot lie. A townie’s legs are kind of atrophied. Too much couch sitting for our tummies to get taunt. Unfit, unhealthy, unresponsive, unable to hide, we sit and wait for our food to arrive by......

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...(the following piece I wrote, the anniversary of lost friends, their sons, and daughters lost for the lies of war.) Father wondering, sons permanent sleep. Oh, the forsaken, the harassing song. Wh......

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...The unwanted passing Father wondering, sons permanent sleep. Oh, the forsaken, the harassing song. When one has passed on. True deep depression, washing eyes, failing innocence, words never spoken......

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...My life gardens yin's integrity and hunt's yang's universal synergy, outside and inside reseeding back and new seeding forth across time's life death boundary loves. If here now, then no......

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...I suppose it is not for me to say if I am truly, holy polycultural, if I have given sufficient sway and swag to ecological and eco-normic We. My redemptive measure, merit follows cooperativel......

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...I still look through young man’s eyes, though skin and bones are aging, my mind’s eye disagrees with it, despite what mirrors displaying. How could I have these coltis......

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...My sister had a small horse that no one else could ride and anyone who mounted him soon had a skinned up hide. It was haying time and Daddy took on some extra hands. With brawn, brains didn’t matt......

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...Upon the flushing milieu of twilight, Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook. A proud slow march on hackneyed legs, In the slow emergence of autumn’s dusk. Today’s sullied labor gr......

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...Now back to the question of being a cowboy. I think I’ll try another way. I’ll compare the job I do to his. Doesn’t that sound like a laugh? I cook for the family, hired hands, branding and ship......

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