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The farm

Contributed by sahakuty on Saturday, 10th September 2005 @ 02:16:29 PM in AEST
Topic: ChildrensPoetry



Miles and miles of yellow, green and brown,
are all that the eye can see.
Weeds poke and water splashes,
as we walk across the farm.
The wind howls and whispers,
in our ears.
We walk on,
determined to get on to the other side.
Outside the house,
The dogs howl like coyotes on a full moon night.
We went to the harvesting field,
that would soon be harvested as grain.
The harvesting land looks like someone
has scattered gold paint all over the field.

Inside the stable the cows were impatiently kicking the floor,
Every second,
There was a large thud that was as loud as my heartbeat.
Then there was a tiny meow
I looked around and saw a tiny kitten,
standing right in front of me.
I picked it up and noticed
her fur was as soft as the clouds,
and her eyes as black as a no-moon night,
her fur spotted a beautiful black and white.
She licked my hand and would not let go,
so I pulled her off and she walked to her mother.

The calves were tied in the order of youngest to oldest.
They licked my arm and nudged me as I patted them.
I responded with another gentle pat.
I laughed as the cute calves,
stammered to their feet.
The cows giving off their milk to be sold and drank.

The birds beautiful song suddenly fills the air.
The birds were nowhere to be seen but,
their beautiful sounds made us go outside and enjoy their sweet sounds.
The sound was coming from a huge tree.
I quietly snuck up behind the tree,
I thought of the beautiful lullaby the chicks hear every night.
We slowly notice the sounds fading and that it will soon be time to leave.
The sunsets beautiful breathtaking colors of,
hot pink, soft orange, yellow green and purple,
Fill the sky with the notice of time to go.




Copyright © sahakuty ... [ 2005-09-10 14:16:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The farm (User Rating: 1 )
by remote on Saturday, 10th September 2005 @ 03:00:04 PM AEST
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Absolutely beautiful!


Re: The farm (User Rating: 1 )
by colinbaker62 on Saturday, 10th September 2005 @ 05:28:55 PM AEST
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Yes I agree, a fetching children's poem


Colin


Re: The farm (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Wednesday, 26th April 2006 @ 01:17:19 AM AEST
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I'm poking around here on site and came across this.. your words-
in response to a comment left to me, by you.. last year.. (my apologies)

..this reminds me of time I spent at Hillside School..
(a private school nestled within the border of the neighboring town..far out of nowhere..
..a place that had it's own farm, livestock and the like.
we grew all our own produce...and harvested it too..
I can really relate to this-

anyway.. stops rambling and clicks: "submit"

Sincerely..

B




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