Pickers Poems - Poems about Pickers

Litter Pickers There's litter pickers with a mighty touch Rising early to do the task they love They do it for free, that is how they are No asking for payment, each one's a star. Pickers are out whatever the weather Getting through a mountain of shoe leather Always with a beaming smile on their face They have souls led by beatific grace. They...

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Cotton Picker’s Lament Feet burn soul blends with the earth, the heat, the picking season Hands, hard calloused leather punctuated by picking scars Drag that long sack behind me across black bottom earth— Cottonseed tucked into its sprouting place, waiting for the sun to make it spring White from its deflowered purple-black boll Exploding like my...

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The old lady passed away as the elderly will. Memorial cards arrive belatedly from places far away. ‘Final Notices’ pile up on a welcome mat. Those who knew of her claimed kinship once removed. The vacated home picked over in the measured haste of part-time mourners. A heavy recliner disappears as if a feather upon a morning breeze. Dainty china rattles in the back of a fleeing pick-up. Cushions and...

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Danger for the opihi pickers, It slides on rocks pounded by waves, When threatened they stuck as stickers, Danger for the opihi pickers, Risk in the sudden surge that one braves, Waves rise suddenly, breed jitters, Danger for the opihi pickers, It slides on rocks pounded by waves. Date: 08/26/2019...

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THE APPLE PICKERS the apple pickers...

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A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation. The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association! Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration, To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization! Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants, Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants. Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect...

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'Twas a cold cold day o'tune, Fer those pickers down in Boone. Fiddles brought so had they'd ought, Newest feathers just store bought, 'Twas a cold cold day a'tune. Fer those pickers down in Boone, That wind she whistled well. A'high up steeple rung that bell, As sun did set upon those met, 'Twas a cold cold day a'tune. Those fiddles danced as songs were...

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Toil in the mid-day sun- still carrying the can artist-George Clausen...

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