Short Plow Poems
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Don’t wait for that perfect poem
to appear
It lives in the seeds of your
imperfection
Waiting for new furrows of wonder
and strife
To flower in soil you have yet
to plow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Don’t wait for that perfect poem
to appear
It lives in the seeds of your
imperfection
Waiting for new furrows of wonder
and strife
To flower in soil you have yet
to plow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Winter sun is yellow gold
Making mud run of melting snow
And Carolina clay is frozen hill
Where kids sled and play at will
Frosted sky with cotton cloud
In the eye of guy driving snow plow
He’s hard at work while we all play
All school kids search for snowy days
Plow a new field for yourself
Then plant your best seeds of righteousness
In harvest season thou shall harvest riches
Let the blessing from heaven fall like the rain of God
All for the good farmer of righteousness
Snow
Cold and white
Like clouds in a sky
Lots of it on the ground
Surrounding me
As I go
For my morning walk
I see an Amish man go by
On his snow plow
Pulled by horses
With a dog following
On the ground
And soon a path
Is being made
So that people
Can get to and from town
In the Amish community
Emily Krauss
I have managed to muddle through life somehow.
It seems I have constantly pulled a plow.
Tilling the soil to plant some seed,
I have had many an obligation and need.
I share the same burdens with my neighbor.
What happened to the fruits of my labor?
They were all harvested, consumed, and spent.
Sometimes I wonder where it all went
.
Push your mind, within or
Push the plow, but let it grow
It shall take you to the stars
Give a piece to everyone
Give it wings and let it fly
Plant your thoughts in solid ground
Build this bridge, without a sound
Fill your mind with positivity
Do not feed it with mediocrity
Be curious and be bold
Grab this bull, by the horns and
Stretch your inner soul
Driving along steel on the road
look in the mirror
salt falls from my load
Moving just as swift as I can
Look at me
I'm the snow plow man
Snow piles high as it moves off my plow
push back corners
the kids scream WOW
working round the clock all through the night
Clearing the roads
With determination an might
Road to road as fast as I can
Look at me
I'm the snow plow man
And so it goes down through the ages
The bigger and taller devour the littler and smaller
Monkeys, bears, fish, tigers, turtles, ants
All species find their food at hand
Only man has to dig, fertilize, plow and water the land
Why, for Heaven’s sake? Well, that’s just it
Heaven is interested in man’s entreaties
He wants man to grow closer and closer to Him
~ as well as eat His Wheaties
The roadside implement left without attendant,
an objective lesson of technology progression.
Long lacking use, should be rot and rust.
Yet is anything but, even years without digging rut.
A hand once guided, a horse once dragged.
Hung up like the harness, and the feed bag.
So roadside it sits, repainted and new.
A plow, a tool of a past we honor, that men would use.
Historic and remembered, now a monument,
to the hard working farmer and time that he spent.
A well-water pump cranks out its iron-water
crooked wire remains -- once, sturdy chicken coops
The brackish, muddy area over there, the cowshed
some withered trees dot the hills, bereft now of their fruit
A few young lads herd goats, or perhaps they are living skeletons?
cows with ribs exposed, horses with manes as limp as rags ...
Some day they'll come again, the strong, determined youth
to bale the hay, to turn the rocks over, to plow and seed relentlessly ...