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November Theme - "Harvest"
Poem #1
Autumn's Signs
Autumn gives us some sure signs
Summer's warmth is left behind.
Falling leaves of gold and red
Lie so thick on earth's green bed;
Singing birds are heard no more,
Squirrels have hidden nuts in store;
Crops are gathered into barns,
Pumpkins, apples frost won't harm.
Corn is shocked and hay's big stack
Shows that cow's will have no lack.
Coats and sweaters, scarves and more
Being brought from closets store.
Riding high in autumn's night
Harvest moon is quite a sight.
As it wanes and disappears,
Winter's chilling days soon near.
©Sandra Davis 11/7/09 aka Sandy
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Poem #2
Blessings and Good Cheer
What shall i cook for supper today?
Off the the Mart - shopping bag in hand
out for a good foray.
Ailes full of food glaring at me,
Just what to choose ? I say.
Will it be pies ,
Or will it be stew?
Or a good old take away.
How easy i forget the toils of their day
- from farmers and workers
Out in fields all the day,
Harvesting crops and working away
My larder is full -
all i do is pay.
No lean months ahead for me to bear,
just blessings of food
and plenty of good cheer!
© Rosie
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Poem #3
The Golden Grains of Childhood
The sound grows louder
And I start to run
It's coming, it's coming!
As I race in the sun.
In through the drive
It bumps as it goes
Dust slowly settles
The wind softly blows.
It comes to a stop
The door opens wide
As denim descends
I hear,.. you want a ride?
Strong arms lift me up
And then it begins
Harvesting grains
As the header spins.
© Jus Kuntree
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Poem #4
Thanksgiving blessings
Thank you Lord for this joy we share
and all of the people who enjoy the fare
We love each other yes it is true
but without you we would sure be blue
You helped us when we needed you most
we moved in faith that you would be host.
We weren't satisfied with the things we were doing
and just as we accepted them they were moving.
He works through others they would say,
And yes right up to this day
I believe it to be true from Thee,
I was blind but now I see.
For through your grace I have been given
Many blessings this Thanksgiving.
©Bobbi Zermane 2009
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Poem #5
Thanksgiving is not the same!
Thanksgiving is not the same anymore
For I have lost the people I adore
Mom and grandma are in Heaven
For my mom it will be year number 6 without her
For my grandma it will be year number 5 since she moved away
This will be year number 1 without grandma's voice to make my day
We can't go to the inlaws as Greg's brother and his family treat me as a spur
They say I am not a part of the family because we are not married
For myself I keep their hatred for me buried
There are only two of Greg's brother's daughters that treats me with respect
For that I am truly grateful
For those two girls I can truly connect.
©Selena 2009
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Poem #6
Harvest
Happy for autumn leaves -
Apples red, yellow, green.
Reaping what we have sown,
Vines rich with fruit full blown.
Each harvest grown from toil,
Since man first tilled the soil.
Thankful are we, dear God.
©Debra Welch 2009 aka Merribuck
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Poem #7
Harvest Day
During the bright fall day
As the harvester sways
Through the rows of corn
The blessings from the Earth
That have grown for us
Become our daily strength
Grateful we are
That we have so much
To offer to those with less
My family is thankful
For the fertile ground
That supplies and supports us
We’re thankful for
The life we have
Blessed our family is
©Windstorm 2009
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Poem #8
Harvesting Memories of Sierra
A dufus puppy who lacked brains no doubt, she'd just look at you if you started to shout.
She couldn't learn to sit or beg, and if you said stay .. well she NEVER stayed.
She'd never do anything that she was told .. and if a stranger came round, BOY was she bold.
Not with bites and growls and such - the problem with her was she LICKED too much.
Yet her senses were keen to smells and sound, Her nose in the air or on the ground.
She was the great hunter, this goofy dog-- Home she would bring remains of deer or ground hog.
The battle scars she proudly wore Knick of the ear, limping for sure.
She'd clumsily climb up the steps at night, To sleep in my closet til morning light.
She feared thunderstorms so very much so she'd cower into corners, or into the tub she would go.
How horrid I think back to that fateful night When a thunderstorm rose, lightening ever so bright.
She was tucked away safely in our family garage,Yet the morning I prayed what I saw was just a mirage.
Heart wrenching pain for us did abound when there lie Sierra, not making a sound.
Blood on every inch of the garage floor,marks of her paw prints all over the door.
Little did we know when at last she arose, It would be her last stand on this earth that she knows.
Now she's all healed, no more scars to bare, romping playfully with her sister, Reba, everywhere.
She's with Diamond, and Shane running on the ridge. And Someday we will meet her again On Rainbow Bridge.
©Janice Harris aka Alita
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