Yard Poems - Poems about Yard

My dogs have an enormous play yard Much better than being in a kennel or tied up Still, I feel guilty when they are up there alone. So, I trot up there to keep them company. I sit in this play yard forty minutes at a time. Writing while they settle into the play of dog. We have six acres of...

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Doe In My Yard I glimpsed out my bedroom window looking for nature's signs giving me clues about what today will bring. A lone doe was nibbling on the southern lawn grass. She slowly raised her head, vulnerably held still for about 10 seconds, and resumed nibbling the grass. Her movement was graceful and relaxed. She stood...

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Seven beautiful lines contest, Sponsor Constance La France Posted 21/3/25 Through the auld Kirk gate in the churchyard wall The rough green field where my ancestors lie Woodbine and ivy around the graves sprawl With Rosemary and rue growing nearby Where wild rabbits mutter when screech owls cry Safe in the shadow of granite tombstones A jewel I loved,...

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The limericks piled in his yard Made mowing and maintenance hard. The blade would get stuck When nonsense it struck, The handle from hyperbole jarred. ...

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The dogs are unfettered in this pen It’s big enough for an army of a hundred and ten No one has to wear a leash or be tied The yard is long, the pen is wide Still, I feel guilty leaving them here Why this is, is in no way clear They are safe here, they cannot chase cars Yet leaving them...

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I love pretty spring, flowers it will bring, now I want to sing. Colors flowers wear, in cool spring day air. Pretty is my yard, looking like a card, fence will be a guard. I really see, a big yellow bee, it's looking at me. Look a butterfly, flying real high, is he saying hi? The red ladybug, I want a big hug....

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Her grandfather called her to their front yard, “Come here, my child.” “I want to show you how to mend this net,” he said tenderly, his fingers weathered like the ropes he held, gnarled and worn like ancient driftwood. But her gaze drifted towards the horizon the pull of its horizon stronger than the weight of his quiet hopes. “I don’t want to...

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cracked concrete gravel and tar grimy and gritty asphalt yard put in by my husband a non-mower who would like the entire yard to be asphalt...

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turtles come up to my yard all the time not sure why or even if it is hundreds of turtles or the same turtle hundreds of times I have no lake or lagoon I live in a meadow surrounded by woods we are bordered on the south by a creek a marsh lies to our east are they traveling to or traveling from? I will...

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Home made iced lollies, our taste of back yard summer, sharing Vimto smiles....

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My dusty cluttered house becomes clean and organized once again -all while putting a little jingle in my pocket...

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Up in the mornin’ and out the door. Goin’ garage salin’ some more. Shop, shop, shop, shop, never stop. She’ll have me out there until we drop. ...

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Yard Work Written: by Miracle Man 5/13/2024 The morning has started with a drizzle falling, my name, the tall grass, seems to be calling. But a puddled yard, makes mowing hard, and daily rains have made mowing appalling. ...

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hiding barks layers thick leaves cover it's bareness fragrance set off in air...

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noisy crow digging squirrel privacy fence ...

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