Pasture Poems - Poems about Pasture

... The surge of self-centric storm blows in the desert of life, I’m not aware a calm niche of bliss nestles in my heart, fail to discover the concealed oasis of gentle ambiance, not until the br......Read the rest...

..."I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... " Psalm 1:3 Abiding in God and in His faithfulness, I shall be like a tree of fruitfulness Blessed to do His perfect will, planted along His right......Read the rest...

... “Put on the dauntless spirit of resolution.” William Shakespeare Be dauntless midst uncertainty! Trust in God constantly along His sovereignty Believe Him Who is the Source o......Read the rest...

...The pasture ahead torn in half Trees growing tightly together in the distance The undulating ground beckoning your entrance The trees left and right in your perriferal The barren land Could be ......Read the rest...

...Dottie had been looking past the relatives for sixteen days Staring out the window, at the pasture, seeing angels They motioned for her to come, but she was never alone. Her daughter did not under......Read the rest...

...A farmer drove into town. Some posters made him frown. They said, "Go to the Poll". He said,"In the pasture below?" "Right now, they're standing a'chowin'". (To understand this limerick, you m......Read the rest...

... The aromatic air ripples with the rhythm of rapture, the harmonic whisper of the wafting southern wind serenades in sync with the symphony of rhapsody, when dawn drifts into enchanted meadow......Read the rest...

..."As furry as sheep’s clothing; It’s thick, fluffy, and profuse. As timid as a white woolly. I think it all fits you. The greener the pasture, The greener the opportunities await. But frien......Read the rest...

... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......Read the rest...

... When the starless nights are bleakly opaque, and the sunless days desolately misty, to steer the astray life across ambiguity maze in the miasma of misery isn’t easy. When the garden of f......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

... Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only been worn by two or three brothers before me. ......Read the rest...

...in the garden of alms houses far from yard to door then on to pasture grasses raw then more a faerie from a yonder land came crying laid at Johnlow’s floor ......Read the rest...

...The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow. The fan blows soft and I lay softer. Without a signifier I'll get up for the 4th hour in a row, I'll stay ignorant to all the day ca......Read the rest...

...In a foreign lush green sprawling land A patchwork carpet stitched together In shades of tawny browns yellows and green Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be s......Read the rest...