Overalls Poems - Poems about Overalls

I have this pair of overalls I bought in 1988…when to our cabin I first arrived back then the overalls were new and I was 35. When these overalls were young boy did they work hard all around the cabin…in the driveway…in the yard. They could work for hours with a sickle, hoe or rake… work for an entire day...

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A man in green overall With  a  green walking stick Was near the green garden. A green bird on the tree saw A green snake in the green garden, And sung to warn the man about the danger. A man was clueless about the green snake which  was near him. The man in green overall  ...

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It's early yet for picking, Only one black kiss At the end of pinky clusters, First fruit, Faceted like flies' eyes. The biggest are up too high, In too far, where snakes live. Somebody could lose their balance, Fall inside. Somebody could get trapped in brambles. She used to go blackberrying. At five o'clock on summer mornings, She'd put...

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Some wear Overalls.The rain bows Some Wears overalls The rain bows Weigh Up high Hand the streams that are streamed rarely do comet true Why Kant Aye...

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In college I wore overalls And loved the way they felt When hanging loose or even better, Tightened with a belt. The Army/Navy store was where I bought them, very cheap. They lasted many years until They got too old to keep. But that has now been rectified For I have had the urge To buckle on some overalls; Today I made the splurge. Much pricier than...

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In the West it seems frost and jingle bells In the East its now the hot sunshiny spells Yet the dells look fabulous whether quilted in snow or bright green carpets Nature can be spicy hot or icing on cake....

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My daddy was my loved hero when I was a tiny sprite. To walk along beside him, was for me a great delight. I loved the swish of overalls as he carried in the milk. To me the sound was sweeter than the soft rustle of silk. I wondered why my sock clad legs would not make that unique sound. But it really...

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I I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair with her sage sense of humor, dull and non-existent Seemed positively, metallic, blessed with flowing shackles, a gift, extended only to me. Limiting my growth past 8 years, haunting my dreams until age 21 always advising her younger sis, to teary boredom “Do as...

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