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Harvest Moons

 

 

The Harvest moon

means little now

there is no farm

nor brown bell cow

 

No tractors and

no steel disc plows

to work a farm

forgotten how

 

For all we know

all food comes canned

or packaged in

some distant land

 

It's prefab now

all rather bland

no fields no crops

no touch of man

 

In wonderment

we now explore

where comfort food

came from before

 

And Harvest Moons

are ancient lore

poor city folks

who farm no more.

 

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Big Sal

Fri 28th Sep 2018 14:46

Like celebrating Christmas on Halloween, or eating a TV dinner made from unicorn meat.

What is it about your writing that you can take any topic off the cuff and turn it into relatable poetry?

I struggle to find topics worth my time, as when I begin on them, I usually just find something else to write about.

Instant gratification + Mass production = Animal Farm + 1984. (Unsure of how my math helps, but yeah)

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Don Matthews

Sun 23rd Sep 2018 12:46

It's a pity things like this stay as poems ?

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Sun 23rd Sep 2018 06:30

Where brilliance. I felt like clapping. ?

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Sun 23rd Sep 2018 06:30

Where brilliance. I felt like clapping. ?

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Sat 22nd Sep 2018 19:00

Excellent poem. Something to think about!

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 22nd Sep 2018 16:03

Yes DK. I do too liked it very much, very relevant.
I am lucky enough to live in rural Ireland so do see traditional farming..it is so sad when progress is harming our health rather than improving it.

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keith jeffries

Sat 22nd Sep 2018 15:08

Superb. I really like this poem. Thanks,
Keith?

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