time ripens good seed
farmer waits ever patient
harvest fruit will come
posting poetic prose
09 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: farmer, fruit, harvest, seed, time
time ripens good seed
farmer waits ever patient
harvest fruit will come
24 Oct 2014 18 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: corn, dust, farmer, rain, soybeans, wind
as intense eyes
scan darkening skies,
playful wind flaps shirt sleeves.
as strong shoulders
stack square hay bales,
rising dust covers tanned skin.
as nimble feet
climb grain bin ladder,
straw chaff infiltrates flaxen hair.
as skillful hands
manipulate diverse tools,
old grease wedges under fingernails.
as experienced ears
attune engines musical noise,
stale soybeans nest in jean pockets.
as determined teeth
test corn kernel moisture,
rich manure clings to chore boots.
as gentle arms
carry bawling calf or kitten,
pelting rain drips off seed cap bill.
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This is a “list poem”,
inspired by and dedicated to my farmer.
Linked to d’Verse Poets
07 Jun 2014 13 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: day, farmer, hay, solstice, summer, work
light holds night at bay
warm earth blooms, time to make hay
farmer’s favorite day
dandelion lawn
cows in pasture, tractor’s song
work as day is long
Written in response to Carpe Diem’s prompt as we all anticipate the longest day
03 Jun 2014 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: educator, farmer, gardener, psalm, seed, sowing
Shanyns at http://dversepoets.com encouraged us to plant seeds!
“Those who sow in tears will reap
with songs of joy.
He who goes out weeping,
carrying seeds to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with him.”
(Psalm 126:5 & 6)
I.
listening sows seeds of empathy
kindness sows seeds of unity
understanding sows seeds of peace
waiting sows seeds of patience
curiosity sows seeds of knowledge
prayer sows seeds of faith
sacrifice sows seeds of love
II.
farmer hauls last harvest’s hard work of golden kernels
past this year’s green fields of new crops standing on row;
educator wraps up difficult school year with fresh ideas
for creative learning adventures with students next term;
graduate reminisces glory of past achievement even
while looking ahead in pursuit of future opportunities;
young mother forgets pain of groaning labor when
snuggling softly whimpering newborn to her heart;
married couple celebrates milestone anniversary
thankful for gritty grace to commit for lifetime;
writer smiles at words wrestled into submission after
thoughts are extracted, expressed with fluent flourish.
07 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: farmer, overpopulation, pumpkins
The Farmer plants seeds in his field
and from the dust grow living vines
which, with time and tender care,
produce a lovely patch of pumpkins.
But the locals, jealous of his bounty,
declare the neighborhood is overrun
with too many pumpkins already and
decide to selectively smash and destroy.
“Let’s pull little ones off the vines!”
they yell, and pluck the smallest orbs,
prematurely; throwing them on the
refuse pile, unripe and unwanted.
Then they notice some fully grown
pumpkins that didn’t develop into
perfect specimens – a little lopsided,
warty, or sporting misshapen ridges.
“We cannot stand to look at them!”
Those deemed imperfect pumpkins
are next to be ripped from the vines
and carelessly heaved into the ditch.
Obviously, all worthy pumpkins
must be a rich shade of true orange;
so pumpkins of different shades or
mottled skin must also be tossed out.
By now, pumpkin-smashing fever has
caught the mob in a frenzy of destruction
until they leave only busted bits of shells,
slimy orange guts and the Farmer’s tears.

(Photo and poetry prompt from brian at d’Verse Poets.)
25 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: farmer, golden boy, love
farmer
so solid
yet sweet
as Iowa
corn
blond
and tan
radiating
the sun’s
warmth
honey
you will
always be
my golden
boy
16 May 2013 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: farmer, homestead, patriarch, tree
The gnarly old tree
stands proudly alone
like some wrinkled farmer
surveying his fine homestead,
treasuring years of memories.
Refusing to retire but
rich with rings of aged wood,
his trunk is twisted by time
and branches pruned by the
storms of life experiences.
His rough-skinned charm is
a shelter for nesting birds and
a shady place for summer picnics
under the faithful silhouette of
this wisened, peaceful patriarch.
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