tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27807562934569151002024-03-08T12:27:42.105-08:00Famous FarmerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-22339797038273584942017-06-18T21:21:00.001-07:002017-06-18T21:21:51.044-07:00BIKE PAVER
FROM ATOP THE HILL SOARING LIKE WIND
THE BIKER KNOWS HE WILL NOT BE BINNED
TIRES PURE THE CHAIN GRINDS THE WHEEL
THE HANDS SQUEEZE THE BAR OF STEELE
DOWN THE HILL ROUND THE CURVE
UP STRAIGHT THE FINAL SPURGE
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-11593482704059752772017-06-18T21:07:00.000-07:002017-06-18T21:07:27.997-07:00PEA SHOOTER PEA SHOT PEAS OF THE FIELD LONG AND GREEN
FROM POD TO BUCKET WASHED VERY CLEAN
INTO THE POT BOILING LIKE OIL
SPREAD ON THE PLATE BENEATH THE FOIL
THIS THE VEGGIE AB AND C
PEAS WITHOUT PODS NO WHERE TO SEE
TO THE PLANT WHERE SOME WILL GO
DRIED AND FRIED HARD LIKE SOIL
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-14831870566431122412017-06-18T12:22:00.001-07:002017-06-18T12:22:06.179-07:00rats and bats
the bats love the heat like fish love the water
rats live off the slaughter
the suckers of the blood is dinner for Miss brother
rats do not care nor bother
rats and bats supper not delight
neither of which care to fightAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-33360085876398264762016-12-01T15:07:00.001-08:002016-12-01T15:07:22.931-08:00the sun the moon the starto gaze into space is to never lose face
the millions of miles beyond
is the ground never found
from here to there we go around
the craft the speed of sound
to be there is homeward boundAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-48919787888496066722016-12-01T14:55:00.000-08:002016-12-01T14:55:52.149-08:00choice of your master
well who might be the boss
your father or the clowns ring toss
who has the final say
your boss or another day
to say who is your master
is to run a mile faster
to say you belong to me
the verse you long to seeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-90540503809933235012016-10-18T12:39:00.001-07:002016-10-18T12:39:37.410-07:00Atop the hillThe mountain calls the fog does fall<br />
Up the hill the oats the corn the call<br />
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Rocks gravel sand turns to dust<br />
Does and bucks the lust<br />
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Out comes the gun the black crows the fun<br />
Bang bang from tow hundred yards<br />
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The crows do scatter<br />
Wat the hell crows don,t matterAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-86783740077122606392016-10-18T12:19:00.001-07:002016-10-18T12:19:02.968-07:00THE BARNFrom the air in the barn<br />
Rats flies the farmers yarn<br />
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The rain beats down tin roof the goof<br />
Water by the gallon cream the proof<br />
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The sawdust blows the driven snows<br />
The farmer blows his nose<br />
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The warm heat from the cattle<br />
The farmer knows he has won the battleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-11319643650880476802016-08-14T00:45:00.001-07:002016-08-14T00:45:12.528-07:00Oil Pipe StrifeMoney in the ground<br />
From east to west the oil is bound<br />
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The money the rich oil men don't bitch<br />
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The money the oil is found<br />
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How much barrel ask Bob or Cheryl<br />
Black oil the Christmas carol<br />
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Black oil in the ground<br />
More down the road is foundAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-23370532400798269652016-08-14T00:36:00.002-07:002016-08-14T00:36:50.505-07:00Dog Dirt DoneThere comes a time the day must come<br />
The dog gives up his sum<br />
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From where I ve been a life of sin<br />
From far and wide Ive been<br />
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Trust me not I no longer belong<br />
This my final songAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-2358808652826823712016-08-14T00:30:00.002-07:002016-08-14T00:30:40.084-07:00Fee Ma FuryWhere she lost her son<br />
The fury the bikes the run<br />
<br />
Flirting the skirt jesting the men for fun<br />
Off with her coat she lost her son<br />
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Pa Pa said he really don't care<br />
More cold meat for the bear<br />
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Between the two the name<br />
Ma Ma Pa Pa the sameAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-87001853004539933222016-08-03T17:05:00.001-07:002016-08-03T17:05:11.243-07:00THE DOG AND THE DUCKWHERE DID THAT DUCK COME DOWN<br />
THE LAB JUMPS IN SHOWING HIS FROWN<br />
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FLIPPITY FLOP THE DUCK SPLASH THE WINGS<br />
HERE COMES THE DOG HE REALLY MUST BRING<br />
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THE GREEN PODS AFLOAT HE IS FAR FROM THE BOAT<br />
HE SPOTS THE DUCK CHURNS UP HIS PAWS<br />
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HIS TEETH CLENCH THE DUCK HIS POWERFUL JAWS<br />
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BACK TO THE BOAT THE HAPPY HUNTER<br />
THE DUCK THE BOAT INTO THE JUMPERAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-44202806925651280992016-08-01T23:22:00.000-07:002016-08-01T23:22:05.038-07:00Live coward Dead heroTHERE COMES A TIME IN EVERY BOYS DREAM<br />
THE CHARGE MUST GO UP STREAM<br />
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TO LIVE OR DIE<br />
THE BECKONING CRY<br />
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FROM HARD ROCKS AND SANDY SHORE<br />
TO THE BALLROOM AND THE GRAND DANCE FLOOR<br />
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TO BE OR NOT TO REALIZE HIS SNOT<br />
TO BE SOLD AND NEVER BOUGHT<br />
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THIS IS THE BOY WITHOUT REAL THOUGHT<br />
THIS THE BOY BELOVED HIS SNOTAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-14349851001103487122016-07-22T02:21:00.000-07:002016-07-22T02:21:33.367-07:00The sod the mud the slaughterGreen hills of the eastern field<br />
Black horses brown dogs<br />
Grey clouds the shield<br />
Fire trucks blue bikes don;t yield<br />
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Ringing bells the doctors sound<br />
Green hills brown the ground<br />
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This is the song round and round<br />
Parts nowhere found<br />
This the sound long and long<br />
Green fields brown hills the songAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-63318155885046489542016-07-22T02:06:00.001-07:002016-07-22T02:06:31.946-07:00Black road Yellow divideThe speeding machine nothing so clean<br />
Down goes the bottle the jest gets mean<br />
Bloody nose the lips not seen<br />
This the ground the speedibg machine<br />
<br />
Drunken brawls the water falls<br />
Dogs beckon the morning calls<br />
The speeding machine the body falls<br />
These the rocks the body talks<br />
<br />
The yellow divide left and right<br />
The speeding machine the final fight<br />
From far and wide east and west<br />
The speeding machine nobody the bestAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-64762235101903334852016-07-20T09:58:00.001-07:002016-07-20T09:58:14.474-07:00The axeman and the beaverTrees serve a common cause. The beaver like humans use trees for homes. Trees are also a source<br />
of food like bamboo and maple syrup. Trees are used to cook and heat. Trees are used for boat building and furniture. Birds nest in trees has do monkeys. Trees are also flamable and are cosumed in vast quanities by fire. The devestating impact fire has on trees is tragic. Some trees exist for three or four hundred years or longer. Trees are used for sports like climing and boating. When an axman<br />
hacks out a chip he has to continue for thirty or fourty wacks Has does the beaver whom has to take thirty or fourty bites. Trees grow fruit like apples and oranges. Trees provide shade in the summer and shelter from wind. Trees come in many different families. Coniferous and disiduous are the two man types. Spruce and fir are soft wood wher has oak is hardwood. Hardwood or dissiduous are<br />
found in warmer clmates. Trees are not a part of the animal kingdom but are for sure the backbone of life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-29799458561298613332016-07-19T13:39:00.000-07:002016-07-19T13:39:59.635-07:00Do fish eat fruitMost or all fish are carnivors. Meat is the palate whether the meal is worms or minnows.<br />
Iwatch nature programs and has I see the ocean it is a fish eat fish senario. Worms are not<br />
fish and minnows are not vegetables I am unaware of any sea dwelling creature that does not eat<br />
the nieghbour. Whales eat much vegitation sea weed is not meat. The many scenes of whales<br />
attacking boats lead me to believe that whales could swallow men whole. This thought makes<br />
me wonder what would the ocean become if its fish consumed itself. Idon;t think this could happen<br />
buy the government today is regulating the kill. It is not hard to imagine that men eat from our inland rivers. Rivers are being stalked with salmon This leads me to wonder when will the oceans become domesticated. Can you imagine shark farms whale farms or lobster farms. When I realize that all fish will not strike a metal or rubber lure it leads me to believe that mud suckers or fish who feed from the<br />
bottom like cat fish or mud pout. prefer live dinner. I have seen pike or jack fish embedded with<br />
metal lures. Jach fish will often snap a line and if the line breaks the lure will become a compannion of the fish.I know bass prefer live bait over lures. Bass from my experience will strike a lure but will not take it has bass recognize lures from live bait. There are many birds and animals which depend on fish to survive. It is that time of day to get the bait or lure in gear.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-59088183750338062452016-07-19T12:46:00.003-07:002016-07-19T12:46:44.544-07:00What is a horse What is a riderMost people determine that preference of the rider or preference of the horse isn't possible.<br />
To me the jocky and the horse is like a marrage. The finish line and the winner of the race is<br />
somewhat like the alter. The two come together and it is indeed bliss if you hold the winning ticket.<br />
Ihave never eaten ho wildrse meat I blieve that is for dogs. There was a day when horses roamed<br />
wild and were live dinner for canines both wolf and dog. Weve progressed beyound those days<br />
and has I see the sport horses seem to be worth more than the rider. Either way millions are lost and millions are won but at the end of the line it all boils down to dog food. No it is not nice to refer to<br />
our most beloved horse has dog food but which is loved more the family dog or the family horse.<br />
Dogs will chase and bite the heels of the horse. Usually has I see it when the horse comes face to face the dogs will back off and bark. Like a lot of immortal enimies dogs and horses can become friendly. The two animals can be found on family farms across the nation including mine. Has boy<br />
I could have told this story fifty years ago. but the memories are still with me. With that said it is<br />
in my opinion that horses and dogs live separate lives. Talking farm you might ask what about the cow and the milk or the bull and the sperm. Farming dosen't exist without both like the horse and the rider. Where does the money go and when does the money come back.Milk costs money to prduce<br />
and it costs money to eat. So ask yourself is the cow and milk one enity or the bull and sperm one enity. Cow bull horse or dog it all boils down to the breakfast table.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-86073984849218125082016-07-13T08:36:00.001-07:002016-07-13T08:36:46.684-07:00Horse OatsA five gallon pale<div>
Oats dusty like shale</div>
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From the field came the harvest</div>
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Gold straw oats the hardest</div>
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Chom Pitty chomp the grinder for romp</div>
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The horses chewed like frothy stomp</div>
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A belly full of oat</div>
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To the field with glowing coat</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-42029390833732142772016-07-13T08:11:00.001-07:002016-07-13T08:11:14.974-07:00Fox TrotFrom the bushes there came fox<br />
The red hair flaming frazzled were the locks<br />
<br />
I approched with a hay fork<br />
He was starving skinny beaten like cork<br />
<br />
He layed down to die<br />
Looked up at me so shy<br />
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His final run was the game<br />
I layed down my fork in shame<br />
<br />
He had no strength to walk away<br />
He knew his time had come this his final dayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-56608342138636834772016-07-13T00:26:00.001-07:002016-07-13T00:26:41.134-07:00Laundry LineA very large load<br />
The gas the fumes might explode<br />
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The oil the grease<br />
The farmers brown brief<br />
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Powdered soap acid the chief<br />
Brown water down the drain<br />
Beetles and flies go insaneAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-394902233040302172016-07-13T00:00:00.000-07:002016-07-13T00:00:23.446-07:00Loan WolfWell if you ever wonder<br />
Where the loan wolf does wander<br />
<br />
He runs between the trees<br />
A coat flaxed with fleas<br />
<br />
His long tounge spilling<br />
The smell of blood thrilling<br />
<br />
The ears hear the moose call<br />
The cold wind blows the early fall<br />
<br />
His white fangs become a grin<br />
The moose goes down the final spinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-23959128038419749192016-07-12T23:32:00.000-07:002016-07-12T23:32:37.425-07:00Morning MilkA field and the vision<br />
The moon the sun has arison<br />
<br />
The shovel digs the ground<br />
The milk starts to flow two dollars a pound<br />
<br />
The cattle are content cool air from the vent<br />
Mail on the wall pay checks recently sent<br />
<br />
The tractor starts to roar<br />
Sawdust on the floor<br />
<br />
A breath of cool air<br />
Today the ciunty fairAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-68871436265577854252016-07-12T15:08:00.003-07:002016-07-12T15:11:43.507-07:00Ears of Corn<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Coons, the Corn, the River,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ThE farmer has to deliver,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b>
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Cows will get hungry,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Corn, the Cow, the Sundry,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b>
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stocks of green and yellow ears,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The corn , the answer to all the fears,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b>
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Good morning, good night,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The corn the winner of the fight.</span></b><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744798302589254921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780756293456915100.post-16725190133267249502016-07-12T14:51:00.000-07:002016-07-12T15:12:35.217-07:00Field Of Hay<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A hard working man with a great large heard.</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Never spoke a quite word.</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He worked between the tree.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Playfully watching the birds and the bees.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He often wondered about the sailors high seas.</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To be on the crest to bfeel the cool breeze.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back to the hay, nothing to say</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another days work another days pay</span></b></div>
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