Short Crops Poems
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Honey Crops
funny
bunny
sunny
honey
we split romance funny, bunny hops
our halves yearning sunny, honey crops
7/5/17
connie pachecho
Please send us good weather.
Praying to not lose our modest farm.
We're giving it our all.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Corn in the field
growing so fine,
green beans doing
their fair share.
Sun glowing so
bright helping the
crops along ok,
rain drops now,
falling to complete
the cycle, just
will have to wait
now until harvest time.
wrote 8-26-08
In a field of dreams
You
Are the deadliest catch
You
Are the lost village
A lethal woodstock
Whisper secrets
And everything after
Is born too loud.
No dash of love
For your modern family
Only forensic files
Floating in the shark tank.
Just another ride.
In the evening my garden grows so well
I sleep gentle for there is no plight.
For eve is where brownies and faeries dwell.
Administer magic all through the night.
Naysayers may think that I’m not so bright,
My harvest is greater than all of theirs
Also I share gladly without their airs.
Early to bed early to rise
out standing in his field
good farmer Brown never stops
from dawn to dusk
rotating his crops
hoping it will bear a fruitful yield
when he brings the harvest in
tho' full of crows which do most harm
it's enough to make one's head spin
but that's how life goes down on the farm
Drizzle down the crops
~usually dry in Spain~
raindrops are worshiped
rain is expected
~for a future oasis~
in a new dessert
without any trees
~not a refuge from the sun~
no rain from the sky
On the day I was wending my way down south,
barely before crossing the border,
I was warned, when there, 'Don't drink the water,'
so as to keep body and soul in order.
But what about all those crops they grow,
are they hydrated, by any chance,
(and exported to the United States)
with bottled Evian from the Alps in France?
Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...
Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At Alpha Grades hungry look!
It's early January,
and the fields are wet and muddy.
The rainwater sits and slowly soaks
the fertile soil. Heavy machinery
has been silenced and put to rest.
They shall sleep through Old Man
Winter and awake next Spring.
Beans, corn, cotton, peanuts,
and sesame seeds no longer
flood the bounty fields of plenty,
because every crop has been
harvested. What's not in the silos
has been sold to markets near and far.
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops