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Remote Farm
remote farm
the unmowed hay higher
than the bale
Poemas sobre el tema: farm
Poemas sobre el tema «farm» en Poets.by.
Hobby farmer
all morning I turn
the garden up
standing in the rows
I look at myself
a simple argument for oats
before art broke me
Farm workers
out on the farm we see
the weight of the present
take pains to deserve
a bit of rain
green as the sea
having spent hours killing
A Girl's Garden
A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
One day she asked her father
To give her a garden plot
To plant and tend and reap herself,
And he said, ‘Why not?’
In casting about for a corner
He thought of an idle bit
Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood,
And he said, ‘Just it.’
And he said, ‘That ought to make you
An ideal one-girl farm,
And give you a chance to put some strength
On your slim-jim arm.’
On Both Sides
on both sides
of the old wood fence
flooded field
Songs About Life and Brighter Things Yet XLII
Now the mountain top is won,
Behold the valley in the sun —
The gold and yellow farms that lie
Bare-bosomed to the courting sky;
The olive hills, the meadows green.
The towns that punctuate the scene;
The little spires that seem to cry
For leaves and blossoms to the sky.
So delicate, it seems the breeze
Must stir them like the willow trees.
Ah, happy vale, how sweet you are,
As I observe you from this car;
How pleasant here to sit and shirk
And know your dwellers are at work!
Barry Holden
The very fall my sister Nancy Knapp
Set fire to the house
They were trying Dr. Duval
For the murder of Zora Clemens,
And I sat in the court two weeks
Listening to every witness.
It was clear he had got her in a family way;
And to let the child be born
Would not do.
Well, how about me with eight children,
And one coming, and the farm
Mortgaged to Thomas Rhodes?
And when I got home that night,
(After listening to the story of the buggy ride,
And the finding of Zora in the ditch,)
The first thing I saw, right there by the steps,
Nancy Knapp
Well, don’t you see this was the way of it:
We bought the farm with what he inherited,
And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning
His father’s mind against the rest of them.
And we never had any peace with our treasure.
The murrain took the cattle, and the crops failed.
And lightning struck the granary.
So we mortgaged the farm to keep going.
And he grew silent and was worried all the time.
Then some of the neighbors refused to speak to us,
And took sides with his brothers and sisters.
And I had no place to turn, as one may say to himself,
At an earlier time in life;
“No matter, So and so is my friend, or I can shake this off
With a little trip to Decatur.”
Schrœder the Fisherman
I sat on the bank above Bernadotte
And dropped crumbs in the water,
Just to see the minnows bump each other,
Until the strongest got the prize.
Or I went to my little pasture,
Where the peaceful swine were asleep in the wallow,
Or nosing each other lovingly,
And emptied a basket of yellow corn,
And watched them push and squeal and bite,
And trample each other to get the corn.
And I saw how Christian Dallman’s farm,
Of more than three thousand acres,
Swallowed the patch of Felix Schmidt,
As a bass will swallow a minnow
And I say if there’s anything in man—
Spirit, or conscience, or breath of God
Harvest Sunset
Red gold of pools,
Sunset furrows six o'clock,
And the farmer done in the fields
And the cows in the barns with bulging udders.
Take the cows and the farmer,
Take the barns and bulging udders.
Leave the red gold of pools
And sunset furrows six o'clock.
The farmer's wife is singing.
The farmer's boy is whistling.
I wash my hands in red gold of pools.
New Farm Tractor
Snub nose, the guts of twenty mules are in your
cylinders and transmission.
The rear axles hold the kick of twenty Missouri
jackasses.
It is in the records of the patent office and the ads
there is twenty horse power pull here.
The farm boy says hello to you instead of twenty
mules — he sings to you instead of ten span of
mules.
A bucket of oil and a can of grease is your hay and
oats.
Rain proof and fool proof they stable you anywhere
in the fields with the stars for a roof.
I carve a team of long ear mules on the steering wheel
— it's good-by now to leather reins and the songs
of the old mule skinners.