Roots (an acrostic poem)

Reaching down, she scooped up a handful of the deep dark soil
Old smells of peat and fertilizer mingled with aromas of earth and moisture
Overhead, the sun poured light down, saturating the field
The seeds there were snuggling underneath their cozy brown blanket
So many people wondered why she chose to be a farmer, but this was where she had her…

Pillow (an acrostic poem)

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Plowing and sowing the world of sleep

It was hard work, but he was a farmer to his soul

Little furrows stretched to the horizon containing the roots of fertile dreams and scream-inducing nightmares

Lying there, waiting to be harvested

Once he was ready and picked them, Morbius would pay him handsomely for this crop

Wait till the slumbering humans were served these delectables!

Farmer (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on giving to the earth

Allowing one to receive many fold more in return

Relying on the rhythms of the weather

Memorizing the song of rain and sun, growth and decay

Everything a relationship with the soil and the sky

Results in a labor of love

Beef (an acrostic poem)

Being an uber carnivore

Everett hunted his own cows

Eventually, his poaching was ended

Find his hide as boots on the farmer who bagged him

 

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