Fencepost Poems - Poems about Fencepost

...A venetian red yearling’s head Pops up From behind a fallen log Licks rouge from its lips And the syrup sipped from dark maple bark Ears tweaking To the snow-crunch creak Of my dog and me appr......

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... I’m a fencepost With barbed wire Leaning On the prairie I don’t know What I’m keeping in Or What I’m keeping out I’m just a fencepost With barbed wire Lean......

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...Life’s weariness o’ertakes me Each step demanding more Calling forth a shivering strength Leaning on a rickety fencepost Turning its face from the stinging gale Whispers of weakness winnowing re......

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...The ILLUSION of a TIMELESS SILENCE Drenched the RUSTIC creaking barn Its tortured wind scarred face Snarling at the SWIRLING winds A lonely BLOSSOM sprouts atop a fencepost Mice scurry about a......

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...I won't leave you Bluebird Forever I will be Your troubadour in waiting Where no one else can see My heart is yours, it has been I penned a little note Then hid it in a fencepost So many ye......

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...“Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba.” L. Milton Hankins The meadow lark happily sits along the fencepost singing away and watches as Milton ......

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...Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba. I mimic her voice and watch her curiosity as I stroll among the goldenrod and yarrow, the ......

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...In the meadow a single robin winters over A hearty bird of sturdy disposition and feather Oblivious to the cold, he thrives; moreover, Appearing now and then despite the weather. A ......

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...yellow meadowlark offering sweet melodies atop a fencepost my mood suddenly lightened I stroll toward the woodland Written May 23, 2022......

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...When morning comes too early in the day, And I have not yet begun to plan the afternoon I shall make some time for myself to play. For such a day leaves room to be the buffoon, And find the tim......

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...She’s a switchblade, blackjack, Knuckle-duster dame. Got the proper block and tackle, Lash your rigging to the frame. She put the drill press to your taproot And the grindstone to your saber. G......

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...I lost September somewhere in the sadness lost track of shadows in the sun mourned not fading warmth nor shortened days shivering in a crystal cloak of frost. Lovers, sated on a Summer’s sweetn......

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...Mornings to me are not an exiting crescent moon glowing gold in the west, preparing to retire below a distant tree line silhouette Scattered footprints in the glistening dew ......

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...My mornings... are not an exiting crescent moon glowing high overhead, preparing to retire below a distant tree line silhouette ~~ Scattered footprints in the glistening dew ......

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...After a moment when something becomes what it has always been and creation comes flying in as natural as breath-- now that shakes the earth for me! It takes an afternoon of wondering to eas......

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