Feeding Our Winged Friends

Feeding our winged friends

They share our vegetables

Grown for both of us

We have more than we can use

So we offer them love

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Hands Buried In Dirt (Haiku)

Hands buried in dirt
Tilling my own little farm
Back to the basics

~~ Dominic R . DiFrancesco ~~

To Feel The Soil

To feel the soil

Rich and warm between fingers

Man planting his seed

Nurturing healthy body

With the fruits of his labor

For millennia

This was mans way to survive

Living off the land

We’ve lost our time tested path

Through the chaos–modern life

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Spotty Weeds Dot Fields (Tanka)

Spotty weeds dot fields

Once thriving have turned to dust

Their crops memories

Images of tractors fade

Leaving us worse off

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Our Heritage Gone (Haiku)

Our heritage gone

Bulldozed–some call it progress

Farms sold for profit

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Harvest – Haiku

wine

The warmth of the sun

Nature renewing the earth

Calling the harvest

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Buying the Farm

FarmRuined

No more will fields of cotton or corn stalks wave

Where winds of progress sow their seed

Generations weep the sweat they gave

Betrayed by faceless corruption and greed

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Agrarian ways sold to the highest bidder

Weakened by a nations diminished resolve

Ill effects they fail to consider

Of a livelihood they so nonchalantly dissolve

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Our sustenance awarded to foreign lands

No thought given to our founding traditions

So many necessities taken out of our hands

Forcing this debtor nation into submission

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John Deere once green sits plagued with rust

Barns and silos like monuments sit vacant

Conglomerate farmers betraying our trust

Their harvests destined for the seafront

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Farms and fields are no longer held sacred

Mere property to be bartered, bought and sold

Paid not to plant so many acres left arid

There is more money in building homes we are told

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We’ve sold off our future for a profit it seems

Self-sufficiency a thing of the past

Our founders would tremble at the love of excess we deem

Prized more highly than that which will last

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The road on which we travel is a perilous one its true

Its course for our own sake we must alter

Lack of fortitude to do what we know we must do

To a second place status we will falter

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~