Short Baled Poems

Lord, were is my blessing

Well, I now pick a lot of 
cotton and baled a lot of hay

You keep a roof over my head, and 
I just continue to pray

You know, after they freed 
them slaves, they promised 
us forty acres and a mule

You promised me a blessing

Well, I didn’t know I was sitting
on Mr. Gilmore’s property...

Read More

The ink on my diploma
still wet
I lived on my grandparent's farm
for the summer
Their day began with roosters crowing and 
ended at sundown
In between those two bookends of the day
cows were milked
crops were tended
chickens were fed
hay was cut and baled
real people creating real food
for real people


[Imagist form]

Written 13 Dec 2020...

Read More

Rolling hills, verdant meadows
Acres lined in evergreens
Brightly coloured maples, flaunting 
Clad in yellows, reds, tangerines
Farmer's fields, neat and freshly-cut
Straw sheaves, twined and baled
Hardy mums, tall grasses, purple cabbages and kale
Cornstalks, and sturdy, weathered mats
Dress and welcome entrance ways
Pumpkins, gourds and sunflowers adorn
Stacked upon rustic wooden crates
The beauty of the season is upon us
Happy Fall Y'all!

September 22, 2020
@katladyt_...

Read More