Tag Archives: farms

We Can’t Eat Money

What if today’s youth were taught to become farmers rather than bankers?

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Goats & Noses

One of our goats died the other day not that we pick favorites, but Momi was my favorite… the sweetest little goat that ever was, the most peaceful, delicate always happy to see you never mean… I went to chop … Continue reading

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Maple

Maple, oh Maple you’re just a little puppy almost shot by a farmer   Maple, oh Maple named by WWOOFers eating pancakes when the farmer grabbed his gun   Maple, oh Maple people think that you’re a girl just because … Continue reading

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Falling Dreams

When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading

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Lonely Cattle

cages rattle with lonely cattle trying to battle death as the farmer loads his shotgun, but collapses, out of breath  

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money

counting dollars 1, 2, 3 signaled the end of unity none for you and 3 for me signaled rise of oportunity ill lend you 1 you’ll repay me 3 nothing in life ever comes for free now ill lend you … Continue reading

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nature’s symphony

as the crow flies the crickets chirp a familiar tune that is generations old the babble of a nearby brook and the sporadic bark of dogs add to the symphony the creatures, I can’t identify individually by sound but the … Continue reading

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