Placid Farm

Spawn from the barn
carrot into the wide
at planes above to stare no time
garnish a will with hoof nor hide
steer cattle and sheep over nigh
rhyme of men will break away
mother wombs grow frail e'r day
woolen horizons mark the sky
hearts justify
harmless fly
747 passerby.

This is a farming poem concerning our atmosphere.

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