Jesse Colton Fowler

Rookie (Asheville, NC)

Bad Poem - Poem by Jesse Colton Fowler

I spent a week out on a farm,
meeting chickens and greeting cows,
putting wood into an oven,
that made the fire one thousand degrees,
and built a lincoln log cabin beside it.

I spent a week out on a farm,
gathering eggs and slopping hogs,
and sweeping the dust out of my home,
as to keep what few socks I had clean,
so I could read a book with warm feet.

I spent a week out on a farm,
staying warm with a wool cap and wool poncho,
and staying happy by thinking about your love,
and how my experience would please you,
so we'd have more to talk about.

I spent a week out on my farm,
and lived a lifetime in a week,
I saw beavers eat corn and make their cozy homes from the stalks,
and I wanted to swim with them but it was cold,
I explored the woods and found a river that drowned a cow.

I lived my week out on my farm,
and planned to build a coracle, ,
one for me and maybe one for you,
so we could float on down together,
I became good friends with dogs and
loved life outside of humans,
and I couldn't have been more hopeful.

I loved a week inside a farm,
I heard horses gallop across a river,
I loved my family,
I loved my wool,
and I found the most beautiful feathers.

But after my week out on my home,
I came back, ate greasy mexican food, found out you were a jerk,
and forgot everything I learned.
I liked my farm, I'm still out there,
I'm going back for me when I can,
I know he's not dead yet.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 26, 2011


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