Long Farm horse Poems

Mardi was at the Darby;
Yet he was not invited to the party;
Very upset at what he could not get; 
He went over to the teller to make a bet.

“Mardi, you came to the Darby,” the...

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Toasty mornings with teakettles whistling bring to mind Danish days on Marata’s 
horse farm, ponies prancing in the unusually warm sunlight, and new fangled 
sparkling silver water fountains. Mirada, Karen and Laura’s Mom hosted Bob,...

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The rain didn't fall 
last night so much
as it was thrown.

The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.

And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates, it cuts.

The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will...

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Once there was a country boy called Chester,
     he came from the rural Appalachians;
got himself a farming job not far from a big city,
       ...

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TONY THE PONY

Last weekend our friends invited us
To their farm,
And we were introduced, to their 
New pony, who had delectable charm.
His name was Tony,
Such a handsome pony,
I noticed him from afar,
And on his forehead, he...

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The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground
In a thick snowy white layer,
As the gentle breeze whispers 
Through the emerald green foliage.

The fragrance of mowed sun dried hay up ahead,
As the farmer’s toys mulch it and create...

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TONY THE PONY’S LITTLE PRINCESS 
PART TWO

Two weeks ago, we got a very excited call 
From our friends on the farm,
Tony’s sexy young lady, 
Shady,
Had given birth to a small
Beautiful baby pony,
She was named Charm!
Over...

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The Pipe
(irrigation)

I am a city girl, 
I have never,
until now…

Ridden a horse across the desert, 
held a tarantula for longer than…
five minutes, 
used an incubator to raise chickens,
helped keep track of puppies (twice),
cut tails and...

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Several times we took the kids
To vacation on Grandpa’s farm
Many a time they’d be walking around
With kittens they found in the barn

Grandpa arranged for a pony to ride
Or to pull them around in a shay
Riding...

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 fable 

Farmer Brown never works on Sunday, 
for Sunday is special and they go to church.
Two horses in his barn know of kindness
for of kindness, the Browns talk a lot.

Each Sunday one of their...

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Soon, I’ll be going to the county fair
Late in August, it makes its return
I’ll be showing my prize-winning mare.

Being an exhibitor, I don’t pay a fare,
Which, of course, is of no great concern
Soon I’ll be...

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WAFTING through the open window
A DULCET floral FRAGRANCE
Adds to the TRANQUILITY
Bubbles in her BLISSFUL bath dance

An old screen door creaks open
He approaches, WHISPERS, “My queen,
Your royal carriage awaits.”
She emerges and dons her jeans

“My lord,” she...

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I count my strides 
Since I know how to ride 
The idea is to figure out a problem 
And if I do it with grace, I can honestly say I got em. 
With every fence...

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The unexpected heavy thud
of netted hay on solid wood.
My horses snort and sigh and chew,
as glistening cobwebs sway with dew. There is comfort in their rhythmic chomp, on seeing me they grunt and stomp. Stamping...

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Blue skies above,
Green grass below.
Hot springs still,
Cool waters flow.

Wind blows soft,
Trees stand tall.
Clouds drift by,
Warm rains fall.

Corn stalks sway,
Bull frogs croak.
Squirrels take shelter,
Wheat fields soak.

Sun peeks through,
Clover smells sweet.
Creek beds swell,
Milk cows eat.

Red petals bask,
Horses...

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Along a country a dusty country road
      There is a lot to explore
I see a large house on the field
Beside the home was a vegetable field
    ...

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I'm here tonight
to stand in the ache.
The ache of hollow,
the empty of the not 
simply empty; rather,
the empty of the
recently full.

The silent ache of
missingness, of quiet.
Before the ghosts have
risen, before the
memorial stones are 
set. ...

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We are here
loud and clear.

We are determined to stay.
Nothing you can do will make us go away.

We are a formidable force.
Solid as an Iowa farm horse.

We are the protesters.
The mighty mighty protesters.

We protest everything that...

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