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The Pilfered Peck
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings,
Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting.

Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children;
The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken.

They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes and pumpkins,
As well as peas and pickled peppers, like velvety, dreaming presumptions.

Favored friends called some fuchsia Fridays, when glitter stars came early,

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Jesting Jack, Jinxed Jill
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green;
And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene.

They did daily chores on a farm, in the outlying regions of Center Kingdom;
Like collecting eggs and feeding their animals, under the varying sun prism.

They swept the porch and milked goats, or harvested vegetables and fruits;
Like the mad flight of lovely Esmeralda, when autumn colors were in pursuit!

Their frisky friends were farmers' children from nearby, with a few far-flung;

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Strange Goings On
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy;
And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry.

It had for long been my hobby, and I had a powerful telescope,
As gold days look to onyx darkness, while they go up in smoke.

Besides being extremely edifying, stargazing was plenty of fun,
As the fun nouveau coral dawns, emerging in unique versions.

I enjoyed quiet life on the farm, as much as I loved my hobby,

......

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Bully for You
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I dwelt on a forest green, productive farm, in fruitfulness of golden autumn,
Where ragged scarecrows waved gladly, beneath turquoise skies, and plum.

Ours was the latest generation of farmers, like hued skies of late afternoon,
In their daily, nostalgic foreboding, that says the moon will be coming soon.

We put our all into daily toiling, like when the moon whispers to milky stars,
And as the word 'energy' is murmured, in the bright regions of the quasars.

The sun, wind and weather were our friends, so fresh and novel and smiling,

......

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Recent Farm Poems
The Pilfered Peck
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings,
Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting.

Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children;
The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken.

They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes and pumpkins,
As well as peas and pickled peppers, like velvety, dreaming presumptions.

Favored friends called some fuchsia Fridays, when glitter stars came early,

......

Continue reading
Jesting Jack, Jinxed Jill
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green;
And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene.

They did daily chores on a farm, in the outlying regions of Center Kingdom;
Like collecting eggs and feeding their animals, under the varying sun prism.

They swept the porch and milked goats, or harvested vegetables and fruits;
Like the mad flight of lovely Esmeralda, when autumn colors were in pursuit!

Their frisky friends were farmers' children from nearby, with a few far-flung;

......

Continue reading
Bully for You
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I dwelt on a forest green, productive farm, in fruitfulness of golden autumn,
Where ragged scarecrows waved gladly, beneath turquoise skies, and plum.

Ours was the latest generation of farmers, like hued skies of late afternoon,
In their daily, nostalgic foreboding, that says the moon will be coming soon.

We put our all into daily toiling, like when the moon whispers to milky stars,
And as the word 'energy' is murmured, in the bright regions of the quasars.

The sun, wind and weather were our friends, so fresh and novel and smiling,

......

Continue reading
Strange Goings On
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy;
And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry.

It had for long been my hobby, and I had a powerful telescope,
As gold days look to onyx darkness, while they go up in smoke.

Besides being extremely edifying, stargazing was plenty of fun,
As the fun nouveau coral dawns, emerging in unique versions.

I enjoyed quiet life on the farm, as much as I loved my hobby,

......

Continue reading
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