Farm Prose Poetry Poems

if your from the country side
the land is wide
 plenty of logs
mabe bargaring dog
ON THIS
CHICKEN
FARM WITH HOGS
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its  roads
its can be goal
mabe get a way
there  open air day
and hog runing dogs
some paly roll logs
you  have a larg barn
its the
COUNTRY...

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Tap tap  boom… sheep scattered like shrapnel
Brian Dunn’s instant memorial smoke rose
from his peaty wet death hole, roots
lumps of peat and ling fell like...

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We wrapped a long length of red holy cloth around
his body, slung him between two green bamboo poles,
and carried him to the edge of the...

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if it a treat
you eat
food get stuck
you need a buck
to get it quick
TOOTH PICK AND WHITEMEAT...

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He was the sweetest human being she had ever met,
His heart was full of love, and he was ready to bestow it all on her.
He...

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She was the best teacher ever born in our county, a tiny woman with a giant adventurous soul.
Miss Fizzle from Magic School bus was probably...

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In a harvesting autumnal evening 
We gathered in the field of an old farm
Scattered haystacks all over,
Ripen paddy sprinkled aroma there,
Invigorated with hue and cry...

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"Give me a ride across the barnyard," said the baby chick. The baby kitten said, "If I do that, you may peck my brains out."...

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Oh stalk of corn,
How withered you look now,
Stripped of honour and glory
Oh you stalk!,
 have remained standing only
 as a provender for stalls and fodder

Once...

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear...

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You relish the polished white rice,
But how many farmers' deaths behind it lies.
You relish the freedom on our streets,
But how many soldiers sacrifice their lives...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an...

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'O' mom, O' mom..
Am sweet baby,
Thou love the most;
Mom a preceptor and
Play partner of mine;
Cohere me in arms,
Never left alone;
Inspired me in each stage, ...

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""Entirely you know 
I cannot change 
the whole of the 
World all on my 
own." - 


"Or can I?"  

"I mean whom 
better to...

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PAM’S   PEACEFUL   PLACE
By Curtis Johnson

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People, Places, and Things I Didn't Know I Trusted

I rather suddenly, and belatedly,
realized I trust the highest and best use for language,
for every community and...

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MY CONDITION

Earlier the snow fell sideways slowly in gigantic flakes
but now their weight is too great; they descend straight down hard.
For her everything is constantly...

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