Poet's Farm ©2019

A humorous poem characterizing words as if from a farm...

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I'm a man of few words...until I grab pen.

Then I can cackle...just like some old hen...

Write out my feelings....squiggling lines...

Some are just rants...Some you'll entwine.

Writing down tales of life all around...

Might be serene...or howl like a hound...

I may scribble bull...But I'll never utter.

More like the cow...yielding her butter.

When I get mad...grunt like a hog...

If I find answers...clear up the fog.

Chew on that cud?...I must say "Nay"...

Comb through my beard...thinking of ways.

Like to spread joy...like a rainbow...

No, not the trout...Colors that glow.

Shine like the sun, up from the East...

Soothing my soul...Taming my beast.

So I'll plow lines...hoping to yield...

positive energy's harvest from fields...

Crops I can spread from town to town...

Feeding Soul's hunger...wiping out frowns.

As my day ends...head for the barn...

Lay down my pen...Quit jotting yarns.

Stop and relax...enjoying the Moon...

Knowing tomorrow...will be here soon.

Hop into bed...begin to slumber...

Snore like a buzz saw...cutting some lumber.

With my eyes closed...open my mind...

Roll into dreamscapes...Wonders I'll find...

Savor their flavor...as brain they feed...

See which ones ripen...for the next seed.

Knowing that words...they hold real power...

Poetry's wonderful heartfelt flowers...

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Rod Hatter  

Author's Note

April is National Poetry Month... I hope you enjoy this poem.