This Poem Is A Farm

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #368

Words:  grass, freak, sky, wrap, many, stars, wind, twice, find, usual, farm, rising

This poem is a farm. Many fine
animals are found here, as well
as usual country accoutrements–
grass, trees, plantings. A star
-wrapped sky rises above,
comforting this poem from wolf
–howl winds, and freaky fissures
under the earth. Pay attention
to this poem; it will not come around


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to This Poem Is A Farm

  1. Pat Brockett says:

    I love the cute ending to your poem. Yes, farms do have so many country accoutrements!


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