Hayseeds Poems - Poems about Hayseeds

...A nation dies when its ideas become slogans nothing is deeply planted or cultivated just notions to be scattered around as exposed hayseeds that fly directionless. When a state is oppressed ......Read the rest...

...An early outing for my friend and I We walked the winding path down to the springs The uncut winter hay is now waist high And in the morning breeze it softly sings Red Indian paintbrushes are ......Read the rest...

...The South Street Suit Salesman I’ve been around for quite awhile and I'm sharp as a tack and I can keep track of 100 suits hung neat on a rack what colors we have and even the black It's also......Read the rest...

...The Verbose South Street Suit Salesman I’ve been around, Mac I’m sharp as a tack and I can keep track Of 200 suits hung neat on the rack What colors we have and even the black It’s also a fact......Read the rest...