Rural Poems - Poems about Rural

In the dusty embrace of Jharkhand’s tribal hills, Where once vibrant green swayed like laughter in the wind, Now the palash trees wear a shroud of soot, A ghostly veil draped over their fiery blooms, Once fertile earth now a canvas of neglect, The hills stand as silent witnesses to forgotten songs. Not long ago, the arrival of a car sparked...

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I appreciate the scenic beauty By walking distance near at home I realized there are few shady Beautiful places the town offers Such beauty gives aesthetic glee I have walk the house courtyard Dream the thick green lush forest From where I stand get my true joy....

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Plain and green sight Feeling peaceful Rainy smell....

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In raw dawn I emerge crow-thoughts pecking skull-bone black as plowed earth. Farm-stench floods – dung, hay and blood – primal musk of life and death intertwined. Yet in this first breath of day there’s a peace and so stillness rising from the land like a satin prayer. Twin mountains loom granite-toothed giants gnawing at the pale sky’s underbelly. I but a mere-minuscule mote of flesh and bone am dwarfed by their ancient scarred faces. The...

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Rural doctors In quiet towns where roads are few, Where fields stretch wide and skies are blue, There walk the healers, brave and true, The doctors of the rural view. With bags in hand and hearts of gold, Through rain and shine, through heat and cold, They journey far where need is great, To serve the towns that time forgot. In simple clinics, makeshift...

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BAT SONG (This Song was written in 2009 for a dramatised Rap Music & Dance Group in Rural South Africa. They wanted an amusing song with a message incorporating an unusual rural image. It unfortunately was not performed on stage, but the young teenage group had great fun practicing the drama-song.) [TWO CHORUSES] She tried to fly was...

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Sweating in the rustic dusts of Nazareth, you laboured. As a farm labourer, ironsmith, weaver, and shepherd, You ploughed with the peasants, who were curious yet loving. They were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing. You walked, pondering over the Sea of Galilee. Where fishermen struggled like lilies amidst barberry, The breeze, amalgamated with the Abba message, blew. With...

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Up in long bands of gray and white angry clouds are whirling, fingers stretch downwards to the ground, faint traces of swirling. the farmer sees it and suspects what nature is unfurling. Glad at least it came in the day, not stole in come evening, he locks the barn and heads downstairs, in basement remaining. The air moans loudly when it starts, vortex boldly roaring, snaps tree-trunks...

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Rural landscape views Of Switzerland is awesome A sight for sore eyes....

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Rural Sunday I sat on a milk ramp by a road that has not suffered the indignity to be covered in a black trickle  Sunday! the sky was eternally blue I could standing up, see the sea the water was azure as well is azure deeper blue than the sky or is it a word used by poets in  the hope he will sound romantic? Fed up sitting...

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What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly playing, a paring knife in my hand? It gives me time to think about all that is waking outside-- birds calling from the trees, dew glistening on the garden's leaves, while beyond the...

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In a foreign lush green sprawling land A patchwork carpet stitched together In shades of tawny browns yellows and green Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be seen In summer's adorned frock adorned bushes and trees A brush stroked varied blue overhead sky Hangs silently perched high Boisterous winds stir and waft the barley field Skylarks asend trill...

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My wife and I have spent a good deal of our lives living between the city limit signs of one metropolis or another. As urban dwellers, we were constantly bombarded with the rumble of noises drifting in and out as life moves along. The older we got, the more we found ourselves longing for the...

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Grab up some pine I cut up last weekend, back creaks as I put it up on the block, splitting maul flashes, in an arc descends, sinks deep in the wood with a meaty THWOCK. Logs splinter off, tumble across brown grass, coated in saw-dust from the chainsaw's blade, small bits for kindling, they catch flame fast, mix with bacon grease, fire-starters...

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Big open space rises like a hot air balloon overlooking Farmers fields of corn, hay and beans On an October morning as cows scatter from their milking to find a good eating place To graze for the next few hours...

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