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Jeffery Campbell Poem
Clucking in the barnyard awaits the dawn
With the smooth raucous of morning.
Sheep dogs rise, stretch and yawn
While expecting the morning meal.
The horses lazily doze in the stables.
As the sun slowly breaks over the maples
Life begins to stir within the farm house.
Eggs begin grazing in bacon grease
And dough is rolled out with care.
The radio crackles forth to release
The forecast of upcoming rain.
All seems quite normal in the world
As the coffee greets sugar cane.
Soon the peaceful rise gives way to chores.
The sensible labors of farm life
Begin to be attended to without much lore.
The eggs are gathered and feed is laid.
The dogs get their meat and the horses wake.
The farm hands ride out to gather the sheep.
And the world is left to its small take.
Copyright © Jeffery Campbell | Year Posted 2005
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Water’s pale mist cascades over rocks.
Inviting us to bathe, the cool overflow
Snickers at our silly inhibitions.
Standing in this natural retreat
Dressed in pastels of love,
We exchange shy smiles.
Our tender embrace stretches out
To gather budding yearnings
Lodged in new houses.
The water flows on and on,
Until we no longer can deny
Its temptress calling.
Exposing nakedness,
We laugh and play
In pools by the rocks.
Copyright © Jeffery Campbell | Year Posted 2005
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Jeffery Campbell Poem
Cotton sleeps unsoundly,
Knowing many hands are there to pick it--
Many scarred hands that roam
The fluffy fields at the crack of dawn.
Cotton gets anxious
When sunlight wakes the morn.
Cotton smells the coffee brewing
And fidgets fretfully
At the thought of brown
Blood stained hands.
Cotton meets its death
In sacks slung around
Poor men’s shoulders.
Copyright © Jeffery Campbell | Year Posted 2005
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Jeffery Campbell Poem
The dark veil of night settles over the prairie,
A pale moon lights the scene,
Prairie mice scurry across the plain,
Hawks look on with hungry eyes,
Lonely howls fill the air
And the nocturnal life endures.
The spirit of hunting beats through the night.
Its rhythmic drum can be heard
In the dying squeal of prey.
Empty bellies scourge and prowl
For that promised feast.
Nothing much has changed
Since we left our animal ways.
The night still hangs in our minds
To hasten the discovery of our own beast.
Copyright © Jeffery Campbell | Year Posted 2005
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Jeffery Campbell Poem
When the dawn of age lost its magic,
A silent despair crept through my skin.
It crept through and pierced my soul
With the pang of bitter remembrance.
Teasing me with memories of vibrancy,
It steals away in the night,
Leaving me with less to say.
Gone are the days when ideas flowed through me
Like a youth’s laughter in the rain.
More and more , I wake to the numbness.
I strive harder and harder to be heard,
Only to find I have less to say.
Copyright © Jeffery Campbell | Year Posted 2005
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