With the last post, I have now put 400 of my poems on this site.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Before the Baling
After the cutting
before the baling
a working field
waits for the late harvest
Narrow rows of green,
turning to gray,
course over the land
After the passing of the scythe,
the reaper's work
Hungry cows in the dairy barnyard
still munch and mull the September grasses
Soon they will know the bite of winter
when their feed
is this autumnal fuel
September 23, 2005 12:28
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,870+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
before the baling
a working field
waits for the late harvest
Narrow rows of green,
turning to gray,
course over the land
After the passing of the scythe,
the reaper's work
Hungry cows in the dairy barnyard
still munch and mull the September grasses
Soon they will know the bite of winter
when their feed
is this autumnal fuel
September 23, 2005 12:28
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,870+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees
Quiet, stoic granite men
Long in the land and happy for the stillness,
The solitude of the ancient hayfield,
the thick wood, the craggy shore, the stormy sea
Flinty like the earth
dependable as the seasons
Taciturn Yankees one and all
Of older stuff and remembering the creed
of holding the tongue, stiff upper lip
and shoulder to the task at hand
Idle hands they have not
And we are richer for it.
September 20, 2005 12:41 – While I was driving to work this morning on Rte 101 in NH, one of the NHPR reporters was talking about the new Encyclopedia of New England (http://www.unh.edu/news/news_releases/2005/september/em_050919encyclopedia.htm). They were commenting how New England isn’t just made up of maple syrup, town meetings, and taciturn Yankees.
Long in the land and happy for the stillness,
The solitude of the ancient hayfield,
the thick wood, the craggy shore, the stormy sea
Flinty like the earth
dependable as the seasons
Taciturn Yankees one and all
Of older stuff and remembering the creed
of holding the tongue, stiff upper lip
and shoulder to the task at hand
Idle hands they have not
And we are richer for it.
September 20, 2005 12:41 – While I was driving to work this morning on Rte 101 in NH, one of the NHPR reporters was talking about the new Encyclopedia of New England (http://www.unh.edu/news/news_releases/2005/september/em_050919encyclopedia.htm). They were commenting how New England isn’t just made up of maple syrup, town meetings, and taciturn Yankees.
All
of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004,
2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved.
Contact me at Ray Foss
for usage. See all 23,200+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Pearls of Rain
Captured on a web in a yew bush in front of Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH; September 17, 2005 - 2:00pm
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at
Ray Foss for
usage. See all 21,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
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