Family Farm (Season After Season)
his granddaddy built
the old house from the
ground with his bare hands....
that old tractor has plowed
fields season after season...
how many winters has
that old barn seen?
how many buckets of water
from that old well?
how many children
conceived and born
under that tin roof?
how many times has
that fence been mended?
how many potatoes and
canned goods stored
in that old cellar?
how many nights spent reading
by candlelight....
how many pensive eyes
staring through that window?
how many cows milked?
how many eggs picked up?
and that old dog who's
been here forever.....
tomorrow the 'bank's' coming
to take it all away.....
and all that's left of a family
is that which can be loaded
on his old truck...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dont Tell Me (That You're A Man)
dont tell me
(that you're a man!)
how many nails have you driven?
how many cows have you milked?
how many fields have you plowed?
how many women have you loved?
how many loves have you lost?
how many sick children
have you sat up with?
how many diapers have you changed?
how many double shifts have you pulled?
how many fights have you won or lost?
how many times have you got knocked down,
and then got back up?
how many times have you stood up,
when everyone else stayed seated?
how many times have you spoke out,
when everyone else remained silent?
how many times have you given,
more than you could give?
no, dont tell me
(that you're a man) ...
prove it to yourself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Free-Selector's Daughter
I met her on the Lachlan Side --
A darling girl I thought her,
And ere I left I swore I'd win
The free-selector's daughter.
I milked her father's cows a month,
I brought the wood and water,
I mended all the broken fence,
Before I won the daughter.
I listened to her father's yarns,
I did just what I `oughter',
And what you'll have to do to win
A free-selector's daughter.
I broke my pipe and burnt my twist,
And washed my mouth with water;
I had a shave before I kissed
The free-selector's daughter.
Then, rising in the frosty morn,
I brought the cows for Mary,
And when I'd milked a bucketful
I took it to the dairy.
I poured the milk into the dish
While Mary held the strainer,
I summoned heart to speak my wish,
And, oh! her blush grew plainer.
I told her I must leave the place,
I said that I would miss her;
At first she turned away her face,
And then she let me kiss her.
I put the bucket on the ground,
And in my arms I caught her:
I'd give the world to hold again
That free-selector's daughter!
poem by Henry Lawson
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If Tomorrow Never Came
when you lie in your lover's arms,
do you remember
those frozen nights,
when the fire had died....
moonlight hanging like ice
in the window bare...
the wet pool of love steaming,
clouds of breath hanging
in the air with unspoken desire....
the baying of the old hound....
and two sets of footprints in the snow
leading down to the water.....
the buckets on the porch,
an axe, and the old truck....
not giving a damn
if tomorrow never came!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Am
i am, become...
i worked your steel mills,
i walked the i-beams of your scrapers.
i dug deep in your coal mines,
i plowed your fields, picked your crops...
i picked your cotton, milked your cows,
worked your furniture factories,
in your cotton mills...
built your tracks, rode your trains,
popped your trucks, poured your concrete...
my sweat and blood, the foundation,
the nails in the wall!
i an America, the common,
and the magnificent...
i am the pulse, the breath, the beat.
i am the lover, the fighter, the dreamer...
i am the father, and the mother...
i am the sinner and the holy.
i am the truth, at all costs.
i am the man behind the wheel,
the dream behind the man...
the faith behind the dream...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Man Standing...
the man standing
in the shadows,
held the earth
in his hands...
until time and storm
finally had their way.
the man standing
in the shadows,
plowed and planted,
season after season,
till winter grey
closed the last door.
the man standing
in the shadows,
built a house
and a bridge...
and swept room and porch
till it was finished.
the man standing
in the shadows,
picked up nests of straw,
and opened tiny cages,
blowing light from cupped hands
till the darkness swallowed.
the man standing
in he shadows,
played a wooden flute,
caught stardust in each note...
till the great stillness came,
and the wind stopped blowing...
the man standing
in the shadows,
still smells like you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Hands.... (That Dared To Speak!)
the hands....
that cleaned the old man
lying on urine stained sheets,
that planted the bulbs
in the old woman's flower bed.
that washed the dishes
for forty years....
the hands...
that built the old barn,
that plowed the fields,
that harvested the crops....
the hands...
that stroked desire's body,
that found each secret treasure,
that closed the window.
that held the baby,
that taught the child to write,
that buttoned his suit
on the day he was married.
the hands....
that buried the body,
that brushed leaves from the grave,
that packed away pictures.
the hands....
that picked up the pen,
that turned bloodstained pages,
that dared to speak!
the hands...
now old and withered,
painfully bruised,
often clasped in prayer,
that open to take the small child's hand;
that unlock the door,
and beckon to those in need...
the hands...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Out Of Season
I found out just a little too late.
I had my doubt, but I decided to wait.
Even though I could feel somethin comin
It came as such a surprise.
I should have known when you first started
Runnin away before my eyes.
Im so out of season
You left me cold and Im standin here freezin.
Im so out of season now.
I lost out.
I wasnt playing to win.
And I think about
How I just took it all in.
Just when I thought
I couldnt get any higher
You cut me down to size.
I should have noticed
When you put out the fire.
Instead, I just closed my eyes.
Im so out of season.
You left me cold and Im standin here freezin.
Im so out of season now.
Im so out of season
You let me go and you gave me no reason.
Im so out of season now.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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On the Move Again
We'll soon be on the move again
Just like we've done before,
Although it won't be far this time:
We're going to live next door!
It seems we're getting expert
At this removals lark;
We've moved at every time of day
And even after dark.
We're better than professionals
At packing up our stuff;
We know the routine backwards,
Seems we've never had enough.
Four times in just three years
We've flitted with our goods;
We've gone from being urban
To living near the woods.
Yes, like I say, we're moving
Just o'er the neighbours fence;
At least there'll be no van to hire,
So that's ONE less expense.
And boxes are no problem
Because, I have to say,
We've lots left o'er from last time
That we never threw away.
So, out will come the dusters,
The mops and buckets too;
And I'll be hoarse with shouting:
'Is it time to have a brew? '
We'll get the kids to help
By dusting all the dirty places;
But sure as eggs are eggs
The dirt will end up on their faces.
Still, does it really matter?
We'll get there in the end;
We've put the feelers out for help
From family and friends.
We've even had an offer
From good old brother Dave
Who lives two hundred miles away,
He's either mad or brave!
Yes, like I say, we're off AGAIN
Just like I knew we would;
My sister's husband reckons
I've got gypsy in my blood.
But surely, in this better house
We're renting from the 'crown'
We'll spend both long and happy years,
And finally settle down?
Written July 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Irresistible
Seasons come, seasons go
But each season leaves a distinction
For which it is remembered
So once a season came
With a green environment
Rosy plants all around
And I enjoyed the period
Went to the orchard
And picked a flower
That I stayed with long after the season had vanished
But this same flower I had picked
Went with the season
I did not know I could not stay with it
Without its season
Despite all that
There is a wonderful flower I have seen
Which does not vary with seasons
But stays amidst all circumstances and seasons
It has a goon\d name
That every time I mention it
I find myself hungry
Dear sister
Pick the flower too
The all season flower of salvation!
poem by Brian Bwesigye
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Let It Rain, Let It Rain, Let It Rain!
Siberia breathes its cold air
southward to the Pacific
down into our archipelago, and
so the nights are longer and the days are getting shorter
and it rains and rains and rains
seemingly without stopping and i am caught
shivering under the nipa roof inside the wooden house
facing a mountain through a window
a world drenched in water
wet season everywhere
mud and flooding rivers
buffaloes relaxing and white herons resting on their backs
between the drizzle
i sit and watch the beauty of the tropical countryside
the trees and hills and huts and houses
and horses and cows...
no snow, and not that harshly cold, this Eden
of the orient seas!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Over There
The fence is long and high where we love
You cant see the other side where they live
Ive spied with my little eye
And Ive sighed with my little sigh
But it seems Ive give all that I can give
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive thought again
But it seems Ive given all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
This is the fence that turns one into two
I want to break through but Im though if I do
Ive tried with my little try
And Ive cried with my little cry
But it seems that the gate holds the only clue
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive though again
But it seems Ive given all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
[brilliant solo from stan the man]
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive thought again
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
But it seems Ive give all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
song performed by by Housemartins
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What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things-
A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.
A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.
A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.
A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.
A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.
A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows
A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.
A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...
A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Family Comes Together
Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
Family comes together
For always and forever
Without any reason
Anytime or any season
Family comes together
For always and forever
In death or in life
In happiness or in strife
Family comes together
For always and forever
In anger or in kindness
Whether all seeing or in blindness
Family comes together
For always and forever
Whether for work or for play
They somehow find a way
For family to come together
Because families are forever
poem by Glaedr the poet
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Unconditionally Open
these hands,
that took yours
and walked away from all
we knew.
these hands,
that laid brick,
cut wood,
plowed gardens,
picked up trash
built fences for the dogs,
held the children
when they were small,
held your hands
at the hospital
stroked your body,
touching forbidden places
with gentleness and
passion
wrote the poetry
hidden in your eyes
these hands,
now old and calloused,
sometimes tremble,
sometimes hard as stone
these hands are open,
without fear or trepidation,
unconditionally open
waiting for yours.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Family Means To Me What? !
Family comes together
For always and forever –
In sickness and in health,
In poverty or in wealth.
Family comes together
For always and forever –
Without any reason,
Anytime or any season.
Family comes together
For always and forever –
In death or in life,
In happiness and in strife.
Family comes together
For always and forever –
Wherher for work or to play,
They somehow find a way
For family to come together;
Because, families are forever.
{03/03/2007}
poem by Istiqur Rahman
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The Season Of Spring
THE SEASON OF SPRING
the season of spring
weather seems to sing
lovely lovely days
are coming our ways
the season of spring
blooming blossoming
of nature of all kind
let roots unbind
the season of spring
birds unfold their wings
diving high into sky
wish one could fly
the season of spring
careful hearts love sting
reaching out towards others
some persons might bother
the season of spring
nice sound bells ring
new wave new style
faces have on a smile
the season of spring
an new awakening
busy humanity on earth
as if it’s a new birth
listen listen to my words
the season of spring is near
now a look into your lovely eyes
and one can see spring is already here
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Christmas Is A Season...
christmas is a season of the heart,
a time to cherish family and friends;
a time to laugh and hug, or start,
to amplify the joy your prescense sends.
christmas is a season of the heart,
it knows the love that cannot die;
it knows the reasons that we part,
and gladdens, 'tho we know not why.
christmas is a season of the heart,
it shines it's light to all who see;
gifts are heaped upon it's cart,
and we are thrilled, to let it be.
christmas is season full of joy,
with acts of giving at every turn;
a child's eyes shine with it's new toy,
and lessons of love we slowly learn.
christmas is a season of happy sounds,
carols of praise float on the air;
the season of love that knows no bounds,
the season that shows we truly care.
poem by David Lessard
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Move On
Ive been in and out of favour with lady luck
I gotta tell you
Ive seen things I never wanted to see
Ive got to get back on my feet
I feel like Ive been sleeping
Sweet, sweet time
Has been a real good friend of mine
Waiting for that change of season
Oh the winters been so long
Searching for that rhyme or reason
Youve just got to
Move on
Hold it together, move on
Lifes so short, move on
Only time will set you free
Just like me
You put your fears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights I spent crying
And I move on
Ive been in and out of favour with love
Because I gotta tell you
Ive been things I never wanted to be
And then some angel called me up
He told me I was sleeping
Said dont waste time
cos even angels say goodbye
Waiting for that change of season
Oh the winters been so long
Searching for that rhyme or reason
Youve just got to
Move on
Hold it together, move on
Lifes so short, move on
Only time will set you free
Just like me
You put your tears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights I spent crying
Endlessly
And oh, there goes another season
Getting hard to find a decent song to play
But oh, I guess I got my reasons
Everybody thinks Im doing a.o.k.
They ought to know by now
Move on
Hold it together, move on
Lifes so short, move on
Only time will set you free
Just like me
And life you wont wait for me
You put your tears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights I spent crying
Until my angel set me free
Im gonna be lucky in love someday
(george micheal)
song performed by by George Michael
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The Barn
They should never have built a barn there, at all -
Drip, drip, drip! - under that elm tree,
Though when it was young. Now it is old
But good, not like the barn and me.
To-morrow they cut it down. They will leave
The barn, as I shall be left, maybe.
What holds it up? 'Twould not pay to pull down.
Well, this place has no other antiquity.
No abbey or castle looks so old
As this that Job Knight built in '54,
Built to keep corn for rats and men.
Now there's fowls in the roof, pigs on the floor.
What thatch survives is dung for the grass,
The best grass on the farm. A pity the roof
Will not bear a mower to mow it. But
Only fowls have foothold enough.
Starlings used to sit there with bubbling throats
Making a spiky beard as they chattered
And whistled and kissed, with heads in air,
Till they thought of something else that mattered.
But now they cannot find a place,
Among all those holes, for a nest any more.
It's the turn of lesser things, I suppose.
Once I fancied 'twas starlings they built it for.
poem by Edward Thomas
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End Of The Season
Winter time is coming
All the sky is grey
Summer birds arent singing
Since you went away
Since youve been gone, end of the season
Winter is here, close of play
I get no kicks walking down saville row
Theres no more chicks left where the green grass grows and I know that
Winter is here, end of the season
My reasons gone, close of play
I just cant mix in all the clubs I know
Now labours in, I have no place to go
Youre on a yacht near an island in greece
Though you are hot, forget me not
I will keep waiting until your return
Now you are gone, end of the season
Winter will come any day
Back in the scrub on a wet afternoon
Down in the mud, dreaming of flowers in june
End of the season
End of the season
song performed by by Kinks
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