Hoe Poems

How Now Slough

Although
it’s a hard row to hoe
a rough furrow to harrow
and a tough trench to plough
there’s many a meadow to mow
I hereby avow
and tho' it may be news to you
farmers have the need
to sow their seeds
where milkmaids milk the cows
swineherds feed their sows
and shepherds have their pie
and eat it too
in Slough now

hillbilly hoe down

hllbilly hoe down
hard piece of straw in each mouth
bibbed overall dance

banjos and fiddles
potluck of fancy desserts
arkansas ham hocks

hound dogs on the porch
homemade corn liquor from gramps
square dancing parents

loud bluegrass music
pink taffy pull for the kids
toothless grandmothers

Goodnature loves that hoe too

Faster than two ducks
slick on the street or what
Wet on the Street or what
wet tires on a motor
Mothers on a motor
 the street or what
 up the come up
in up nothing hoe
in all done up
hoe says she wants to be my friend
I love that hoe too.
Help with the difference
help me understand
If there was one 
day

Penny Hoe

In the corner of the room, you slyly creep,
With your two cents ready, promises to keep,
A dime-store detective, prying in my space,
You're such a penny hoe, you never leave a trace.

Whispered conversations, you twist and you weave,
Like a spider in the shadows, never wanting to leave,
Why not rub those two cents together with glee,
And let

Menacing Garden

My garden plots my demise 
Haunts me like a living soul
The care I give is appreciated, yet expected
Each time I weed takes a toll

When it's time to prune
All hell breaks loose
The clods grow stones to throw and wound
The ears of corn hear all that I say
They stalk me, following every which way
The sly potatoes sprout

daddy potato head was using his hoe

Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way
Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday
Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said.
Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead.

daddy potato head using a hoe

Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way
Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday
Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said.
Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead.

If I Had a Hoe

If I'd a hoe,
in frozen Maine or Idaho,
I'd go on raking,
shivering and shaking,
 all over this land.
I'd go reseeding after weeding
Brother, though your heart is aching,
and the field work is back-breaking,,
We've got to go on raking.
Sister, strengthen us by baking

Singing children, join the chorus.
The seven dwarfs are for us.
Uncle Sam and Santa Claus 
cheer us

Lawn Maintenance

hoe poe hops, listens
long needle beak plunges in
fresh grub breakfast

It Is a Hoe Down

It is a hoe down the fly told the titmouse
Where though? I only see one house
It’s invisible, but there are clues, I think.
It’s under a mushroom whose inside is all pink.

They searched together, but never found the party.
I’ve got an idea said the titmouse, whose name was Hearty.
Let’s host our own party and invite the

11 Year Old Farm Hands

11-year-old farm hands
David J Walker

What do the city kids do 
In the summer
We
	The 11-year-old farmhands
Don’t know
All we  know is
	Which end of the hoe 
Goes into the hard ground
And which end will blister 
	Our hands

Sonnet

Contest: Warrior Sonnet
Sponsor: John Lawless
September 15, 2020
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Song of the Humble Scythe

My fellow men at arms, today we fight!
Courageous men of fields, that left the plough,
our foes have come; you hear their drums, but now
our storm will wet the soil with crimson might!
Your kin are scared to die, but hope is bright!
We are

Crow Hoe Down

The crow rejoiced in the field today.
Husks were popped open with maize showing through.
Crop was up, smiling in her special way.
There was so much corn, what could a young crow do?
He held a hoe down, invited twenty-two.
They danced their claws off; they were heard in hell.
Enough corn to keep them through the winter spell.

What I Should Do Is Have To Hoe

What I Should Do Is Have to Hoe

What I should do is have to hoe,
Up and down then row by row;,
And soil till;
Seeds spill;
Soon things will begin to grow.

Jim Horn

Buh Buh Buh

TISSLER, TISSLER
SHELAYLA SPOKE TO
ASK HER SISTER.
TISSLER IS THE FOOD
STOWBOUGHT?
TISSLER REPLIED, WITH A SPARKLE
IN HER EYE, NO SISTER
IT ISN'T STOWBOUGHT.
SHELAYLA SAID, SCRATCHING HER HEAD
WHERE DID THESE PRODUCTS COME FROM.
TISSLER REPLIED WITH THAT LOOK IN HER EYES
AND TOLD SHELAYLA WHERE THEY WERE FROM.
THE GARDEN, HONEY.
THAT'S WERE THEIR FROM.
THESE FOODS AREN'T STOWBOUGHT.
I SOWED THE SEEDS,
AND PICKED THE LEAVES.
KNOW

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