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Madeleine Grant Poem
Those of us who live on farms
Aren’t immune to springtime's charms
We simply take a different view
Spring to us is mostly poo
While others trill of daffodils
And daisies blooming on the hills
We gaze upon the cattle herds
And think about those mounds of turds
As snow and ice vacate the ground
We see revealed another mound
And chickens at a steady rate
Hunt and peck and defecate
The fluffy white gamboling lambs
And piglets destined to be hams
All leave their fragrant calling cards
Throughout the meadows, fields and yards
As others rave about the birth
Of sweet green seedlings from the earth
We head out with our boots and spade
To shovel dung from out the glade
Collecting it can be a chore
But all that fragrant rich manure
Hauled from pasture, field and stable
Nourish foods that grace our table
Copyright © Madeleine Grant | Year Posted 2014
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Madeleine Grant Poem
This race to freedom starts and ends with glee
Our feelings for each other staunch and keen
We cycle cross the prairie fancy free
Our goal to reach the port of Aberdeen
Our feelings for each other staunch and keen
No barriers appear to slow our flight
Our goal to reach the port of Aberdeen
With thund'ring hearts we race on through the night
No barriers appear to slow our flight
Unshackled joy as we behold the reef
With thund'ring hearts we race on through the night
The ship in port is ours, is our belief
Unshackled joy as we behold the reef
With tears of joy we know our goal is reached
The ship in port is ours, is our belief
The water from our tears flows to the beach
With tears of joy we know our goal is reached
Some day we'll tell our children of this tale
The water from our tears flows to the beach
We board the launch, make ready to set sail
Some day we'll tell our children of this tale
The day we fled from tyranny and fear
We board the launch, make ready to set sail
Was desp'rate times that brought our family here
The day we fled from tyranny and fear
Imprinting it upon our mem'ries while
Was desp'rate times that brought our family here
To live in peace on this most glorious isle
Imprinting it upon our mem'ries while
We cycle cross the prairie fancy free
To live in peace on this most glorious isle
This race to freedom starts and ends with glee
Copyright © Madeleine Grant | Year Posted 2014
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Madeleine Grant Poem
When I wath born the doctor thaid
"Oh dear I dropped him on hith head"
My family thued and we were rich
Becauthe I have thith thtubborn lithp
Dethpite it all I wathn't thy
Jutht an ordinary guy
In fact the girlth all thought it cool
I wath a heart throb at our thchool
I have a quite thucceththful life
A houthe, a job, a gorgeouth wife
A ruthtic cabin in the wild
And a lovely little child
When thhe wath born I did inthitht
To be on hand and to aththitht
For I wath filled with angtht and dread
That thhe might land upon her head
And when thhe thlithered into view
I wiped my brow and murmured "phew"
But when they handed me my lathth
I thlipped and dropped her on her athth
Copyright © Madeleine Grant | Year Posted 2014
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