Homesteads Poems - Poems about Homesteads

... The year ends on saddest notes of crying, dying babies in Palestine and obstructed efforts to throw them a lifeline They ought to have long halted this ethnic cleansing of the indigenou......

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...Follow the red dirt road. Take it slow, walk it, this is not an exploration nor a pilgrimage, it is a short tour around the beginning of an idea and its end. Move along past the few rural h......

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...A faraway place I lived in the interior of the Algarve for many years in a converted stable made into a cottage that was smelling of mules when it rained. After the heat of summers, winters wer......

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...The chirr of parched insect wings – bible dust preaching from long abandoned boots. Baked into the sky homesteads linger on the burnt stumps of exhausted summers. Dander creaks on dry porch......

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...Visions of landscapes, calm venerate tranquil scenes vast plains of bending wheat various homesteads lie ......

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...A common confrontation between Man and animals From the wild, are pigs roaming farm lands Destroying the crops Of pöor farmers, it’s indeed a Problem in Indian states With forest borders, acu......

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...Lilacs Fragrant lilac plumes, Like clusters of butterflies, Usher in the month of May With haunting melodies Whispering from Pan’s flute To dance her May ballet While delicate lavender hued p......

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...The Farmland The mid-west of the USA flat plain many farmers tilling rich soil; red barns under a blue sky. The community thrived, cows and horses in the fields the Amis people lived nearby in ......

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...Tunnels through ancient Overbearing oaks, Lined by the still standing Stone fences built With sweat and tears By long ago settlers Who dragged rocks and Stones and boulders from The hardscrab......

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...they say your thoughts create your world my third world was birthed when the white storm swept across our homesteads do i get to recreate it by simply thinking of meadows and prairies cryst......

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...THE RUIN an Old English poem about fate & destiny modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it and the Colossus sagged in......

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...An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?. Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?" Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. “Move a river of horns down to Yaki......

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...Two-ply in roses of yellow and pink, rolls and sings to the touch of fingers on its faintly-scented folds, giving miles of pleasure to soft seats on hard covers all in the name of modern conveni......

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...Merciles Beaute ("Merciless Beauty") by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Your eyes slay me suddenly; their beauty I cannot sustain, they wound me so, throu......

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...Trees trembling, Catastrophic cries, As leaves depart, For other pastures, Dressing down, Reaching moments, And places, We can't, Russling, their language, For no one to hear, The wind, bre......

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