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Tag Archives: farms
Fat and Happy
As I arrived at my friends farm yesterday, I thought I heard the sound of bone being cut, pig bone or maybe sheep or goat, but the sound that I heard was the grinder my friend held in his … Continue reading
We Can’t Eat Money
What if today’s youth were taught to become farmers rather than bankers?
Goats & Noses
One of our goats died the other day not that we pick favorites, but Momi was my favorite… the sweetest little goat that ever was, the most peaceful, delicate always happy to see you never mean… I went to chop … Continue reading
Maple
Maple, oh Maple you’re just a little puppy almost shot by a farmer Maple, oh Maple named by WWOOFers eating pancakes when the farmer grabbed his gun Maple, oh Maple people think that you’re a girl just because … Continue reading
Posted in animal adoption, animals, dogs, farm, farming, farms, humane society, poem, Poetry, song, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged animal adoption, animals, cats, dogs, farm, farming, farms, humane society, poem, poetry, Song, spay and neuter
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Falling Dreams
When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading
Posted in american dream, animals, death, dreams, fall, family, farm, farming, farms, life, memories, poem, Poetry, roofing, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged american dream, cows, death, dreaming, dreams, falling, falling dreams, family, farming, farms, goats, grandfather, grandparents, nightmares, poems, poetry, roofing, Sheep, working class, writing
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Lonely Cattle
cages rattle with lonely cattle trying to battle death as the farmer loads his shotgun, but collapses, out of breath
money
counting dollars 1, 2, 3 signaled the end of unity none for you and 3 for me signaled rise of oportunity ill lend you 1 you’ll repay me 3 nothing in life ever comes for free now ill lend you … Continue reading
nature’s symphony
as the crow flies the crickets chirp a familiar tune that is generations old the babble of a nearby brook and the sporadic bark of dogs add to the symphony the creatures, I can’t identify individually by sound but the … Continue reading
Rainy Day
By the time that I finally climbed out of my polluted mind it was October. and I crawled out of my cave pulled one foot back out of the grave and pulled on a pair of pants found a shirt … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, anxiety, coffee, collateral damage, death, depression, fall, farming, Football, Iraq, peace, poem, Poetry, police, police state, propaganda, rain, suicide, war
Tagged addiction, alcohol, America, american dream, anxiety, broken heart, coffee, collateral damage, death, depression, fall, farms, football, iraq, Peace, poem, poetry, police, police state, Propaganda, rain, suicide, war
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Last Chapters…
Written August 2009 Cruising around the backyard , hand on the wheel of my power wheel. Racing my kid brother, it just won’t go fast enough. Day dreaming about when I grow up, trade it in for a black Bronco … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, death, Iraq, Poetry, Uncategorized, veterans, war
Tagged bible, county fair, farms, jeep, poetry, veterans, war
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