Poetry Returns to the Farm

Gaining Ground's Second Annual Poetry Walk: Farm exhibit and virtual installation

Join us for Gaining Ground’s second annual Poetry Walk!

We are once again installing a self-guided farm tour featuring poems authored by Gaining Ground recipients, partner organizations, and poets throughout our community. The Poetry Walk kicks off on Saturday, April 30, and will continue through Friday, June 17. 

Please pay us a visit and enjoy a selection of thought-provoking poems while you walk through the natural beauty and thrumming activity of our hunger-relief farm. This exhibit is free and open to the public.

This year we have also created a virtual version of the exhibition. Due to space limitations, we were unable to include all of the poems we received in our installation on the farm. Below you can read every poem in an accessible online installation.

This year’s Poetry Walk is made possible by the generous support of the Nellie Leaman Taft Foundation and the Concord Cultural Council.

Our 2022 Poetry Collection

Season 1

“Look out! Don’t step there!”
The farmers, they shouted
How was I to know
That the seeds had not sprouted

Embarrassed to see that
I had trampled the seeds
I pulled up a few plants
Because I thought they were weeds (oops)

With a rough start behind me
I continued my training
Harvesting produce
Even when it was raining

The farmers were patient
As I learned their techniques
How to wash and sort produce
Over the next few weeks
Pruning tomatoes
Harvesting greens
Bunching asparagus
Picking string beans
Thinning carrots
Quarting peas
Sorting peppers
Bunching beets

Washing the lettuce
Mulching strawberries
Trying not to step
On all the husk cherries

Stocking vegetables
When the CSA begins
Selling food in the farm stand
Washing produce bins

Riding in the truck bed
With the scent of cilantro
Pulling landscape fabric
From each eggplant row

Each week there was something new
A vegetable or crew member
We all became close friends
By the time it was November

And when the season ended
And the barn had all been packed
I think about next spring and how
I’m dying to come back

I’ve learned so many skills
In just one season, how?
But if there’s one thing that I know,
I am a farmer now.
Listen to “Season 1” by Carmella Abraham
A Jewel, A Gem 

A jewel, a gem, 
Planted in the earth. 
Watch it emerge, 
Watch it grow, 
Watch it birth. 

A stem, a leaf, 
A green dot on the dirt. 
Watch it stretch, 
Watch it flourish, 
Watch it spurt. 

A trunk, a branch, 
Prosperity and power. 
Watch it bloom, 
Watch it extend, 
Watch it flower. 

A jewel, a gem, 
Dropped on Earth’s floor. 
It grows, 
It blooms, 
It roars. 
The Garden of Life

What are gardens if not
a representation of life,
in small wooden crates.

The flowers are just the remains of those that destruct or enjoy.

The poles that hold up the greens,
your special knight holding you
up when you can
do nothing but fall.

The rain, a sad thing that life
bestows and glooms your thoughts
at first,
but becomes a blessing later on.

Something made you stronger.

The ones that stomp over one’s.
In their secure home in the soil,
the evil that comes with burden
We call “to live”.

The good: the ones that care and plant and watch you grow
into someone else’s flower.
What We Are Worth 

Are you not worth more than they? Matthew 6:26

Surely we are. They with their parade
of unpleasantries; grotesqueries
the raw meat scalps of vultures
the corkscrewed cocks of mallards
the statistic talk of crows
their diets of carcass and worms.

But then I think of hummingbirds
the progenitor of pixies
the dazzle and dart of them
both beauties of bird and blossom
born of planetary Providence.

How spectacular to be fed
by a universe of flowers
by sprays of petals piling,
flutes of nectar rising
tides of bee balm, hibiscus,
salvia and suckle
to awake from torpor and
torpedo through the garden.

But we are men.
We boil hibiscus.
We burn our salvia.
We are no better than fowl.

We dream we are lions.
What mangy pride we have
with the thickening skin
of our bald spots resting
on pillows packed with down.
Wonder is a Bridge

What is wonder but ecstatic confusion
ignorance with an exit
experience with an extension bridge
vanishing into the fog?

How tedious knowing is

the well paved commute
through the contours of orchards
undulating grid of vineyards
mile-stone after mile-stone.

But wonder

wonder is a bridge
holding you over the void
like the heels
of your father’s hands
on your hipbones
in the air.

Can’t you see

your drives are all bridges
flanked by fountains of foliage
over roots divining chasmic chaos
chthonic oceans of Cambrian

Don’t look down

on bridges the littoral curtain
between meal and guttery’s gone
you can see what you believe
is the vacuous current
the bottom dropping out.

It’s okay

there are railings and trusses
though dizzy with fears
with breath in your throat
the air won’t drop through
the trap door in your lungs.

Wonder is a bridge
between known and unknown
over what we cannot believe

From Motionless From the Iron Bridge
Not Kitten But Cat

I told you
about the mange
the ear mites and
the curdled pus
of her eyes.

Eyes and ears
big like the Moon is
big on the horizon.
The Moon you said
was always the same
and it only looks big when
low enough to compare.

I told you
her punim was so
small and sweet
and same for her body
so small compared with
that head of eyes and ears.

You didn’t see her
play with the cranefly
but that too would not
have changed
you. For you
youth is not innocent
nor excuse
and why you called her
not kitten but cat.
From Still

The poem has not changed.
The rain that wicked up the page is dry.
The copies all gone
     or worse
                    still here,
     still worse
            the poem you left
collapses into itself,
folds like the faraway fan
brought back from the trip
you didn’t take.

But this
           this is the walk you’ve taken.
It untangles you.

Still, even if you do not
take this walk, you will travel
sixteen          hundred           thousand           miles
since yesterday. I don’t know
what today’s turning adds.
     It depends on your latitude.

Still you’ve come this far
                           by stopping here.

From Poetry Boxes, 2014
The Great Draw-down 

When we finally say goodbye to oil, and we keep the coal and methane in the ground, 
We will pull the carbon from the air in the Great Draw-down: 
In the rolling of the range-land, and the ocean and the trees, 
In the way we plant and grow our food, we’ll win our victory 

And the Sun shines, and the rain falls down, 
And the plants they grow a kingdom underground – 
And the world below our feet keeps growing year to year, 
And there’s plenty of room for carbon here. 

If you’re fearful of the tempest, and the rising of the sea, 
And the waves of climate refugees – well that may not have to be: 
If we turn our willing hearts and minds to the systems of our Earth, 
We can seek for our solutions in the cradle of our birth. 

Will you listen to Grandmother when She whispers in your dreams,
That this world of smart phones, plastic and glass isn’t all it seems? 
Slow them down, your mighty engines, and the headlong rush to wealth, 
And let Nature rain Her bounty down, as we nurse Her back to health. 

And the Sun shines, and the rain falls down, 
And the plants they grow a kingdom underground – 
And the world below our feet keeps growing year to year, 
And there’s plenty of room for carbon here. 
Farmers Market 

As summer comes
we’re going green—
Farmers Markets 
are on the scene!

We bike to town, 
meet old friends,
stroll midst booths and stalls 
to choose an evening meal:
red-ripe globes, fresh crisp greens,
hearty breads, and luscious peaches.
Cage-free eggs, fresh fish or lamb, 
complete with coffee, jams 
even ice cream treats.

When fall returns 
and the markets close
our meals aren’t so exciting.
Incoming spring 

Waking up to the songbird songs, 
as the vibrant flowers blossom, and 
a host of golden daffodils sprout. 
The call of the cuckoo in the distance,
accompanied by drumming woodpeckers, 
Bare winter tree limbs covered with bright green leaves, 
Budding trees and flowing sap,
and the return of butterflies and bees.
Lingering soft sweet scents 

Buildings fall
Like apples from a tree.
Ideas sprout
Like cabbage from the ground.
Planes fly
As birds do.
Not all animals can fly.
Nature doesn’t permit it.
The wind may blow,
And the quakes of the earth
Fell man's creation,
But man still flies.
The important distinction,
It that
Humans don’t fly,
Nature doesn’t permit it.
Our Investment

We are one. Tiny seeds cupped in hand we feel the love offered and
accept it graciously, voraciously.

Then gently lowered one by one into the hearty earth, we abide in
darkness, and slowly, gratefully, partake of the sustaining nutrients that
surround us.

Once blessed with an initial watering, we linger, awaiting moisture
from the heavens and balmy temperatures. Warmed most days by the
sun’s shimmering rays, we sense our freedom sprout forth.

On our journey wriggling through dirt and stone, winding our way upwards,
we gain strength and resolve. Our efforts are repaid fourfold as we burst into
and breathe the bright air, stretching and reaching for the azure sky.

Ah, the process of growing, of becoming our true selves, of giving who and
what we are to nurture others in need. We are one.
Zoom In

Slow down.
Stop whatever you are doing.
Think about a forest,
A waving, writhing creature.
And move your gaze to one tree
a changing, looming life.
Look a little closer to a hole on that tree
a gentle quiet hollow
and look deeper still 'til you see
a curled up ball of fur and nose
big black eyes and little toes
a squirrel, no longer on its own 
and zoom in closer
at last you'll see
a nestled, hidden family.

if you listen closely
you can hear the secrets earthworms tell
they have been everywhere
eat the history of the world
then fertilize our gardens with it

in the clear cold
at the edge of the water
closer to the sky
the doleful tones of a loon
ripple the pond

the sun on her neck
her rough hands in the soil
she works the earth day after day
harrowing, harvesting, plowing
she holds ancient history
slipping through her fingers
harrowing, harvesting, plowing

Sown seeds of joy. Love. Laughter.
Radiate much hope.

Heart of Concord, Mass.
Fields of purpose. Loving souls.
Feed busy bodies.

Seeds and ideas. 
Sprout. Come to life. Growing. Ripe.
Colourful promise.

Seed, earth, sun and rain
Will meet to reveal a name for
The rows of emerging green

A surprise snow fell
this morning, damp and heavy,
like tears
as the sky released its burdens

and piled them onto the petals of the daffodils,
who had dared to show us their magnificence
risked it all
just to kiss us with their beauty.

Look at them now: weary, faces bent
towards the ground—
breaking under the weight of being
both fragile and brave
in an unpredictable world.
Romeo, Juliet, and Farming 

Distrust sowed deep in the ground 
A raindrop meets a sunbeam 
Creating colors and beauty for a second
Before dissipating into the light beyond the sun 
No hydration of the soil
A friar's trowel combing the dead ground
Snapping the deep roots of mutiny 
And a love story turned tragedy 
turned Hope 
The rain will come again
I-89 S

The arterios Oak and broken bone Birch line the concrete highway. 
Their mummified complexion, unencumbered by leaves.
A bald eagle rides the Canadian wind, leaving the dandruff dusting behind.
Cliffs with frozen hair greet us, with their yellow rock slide warnings.
The golden sun warmed crow screeches “Bienvenüe, welcome home”.
Four Seasons Renga

Fall Is Everywhere
Catching leaves
The smell of pumpkin pie
Tracy’s house
Fallen leaf
Playing in a pile
At last with friends
The smell of leaves
My very own rake
Where did the wind take it
Leaves fall
Making piles
For kids to jump in
The cold air blows
Whispers from the sky
Soaking people
Apples everywhere
The trickle of rain
A doe darts through the trees
Crickets chirping
A cold Autumn night
Fire makes the branches sing

Everywhere Is Snow
Snow blankets the ground
Bears hiding
Fireplace blazing
Time slowly drips
Like icicles on a house
A cat in a window
People play in the snow
Snowballs are thrown
Until the snow melts
A snowman stands
Lonely in the cold
As the pretty snow falls
Play in the snow
Hot cocoa
Smells like chocolate
The crackle of a fire place
Snowflakes dance in the sky
Cups of hot cocoa to keep you warm
Snow picked up, balled up
Thrown, whizzing through the air
Hitting someone special
The snow getting thrown at my face as i race down the slope on my sled
Me and my friend screaming as we fall
Me and my friend laughing as we try to get up
Colorful lights glow
Wind whispers across the sky
Glittering snow falls
It snows everywhere
The breeze comes quick
Everywhere is snow

Spring Is Here Now
Looking at flowers                                           
Flowers everywhere                             
Vegetables grow         
Flowers grow in earth                                      
Birds chirp in the trees                                     
Green grass flourishes                                    
Below the trees                                                           
Flowers grow                                                   
In the grass                                                     

New life is born
A bird glides
Wobbling as it tries to stand
The color of flowers
The brightness of sun
Birds are coming back                                     
Smelling flowers                                                          
Flowers glow                        	                       
Bunnies everywhere                                        
Birds fly everywhere                                        
Watching blossoms
Leaping through the field

Summer Birds
Birds creeping
Going swimming
Collecting seashells at the beach
Summer wind blows
Birds fly in the air
Waves lap at the sparking beach
I pull the lever
Gears shift
Let the race begin
Salt water splashing
Waves rise
Running down the beach
The water ripples
My friends cheer on
I jump
The clouds go far away
I need a change of pace
I need the beach
The little birds chirp
Warm footsteps run on sand
The reflection of the sun
Family vacation
Animals are every
Yellow, red, blue, green
Racing above the water
Relaxed wings on the warm sandy beaches
Pools to swim in
Oceans to surf in
All with water
The birds above us
Fly through the sun
I stretch my summer feathers

I’ve Seen Hunger
Alcott Elementary Fifth Grade

“I’m full” millions of people say this, meal after meal, day after day, not listening to the
quiet call of those who are neither full but hungry.
“When will it end?” The one question that can never disappear into an absence that is no 
longer branded into those who are unfortunate.
Viewers of hunger see our world through a lens that seems to be forever tilted to the rich, 
while the poor are just the sunlight glare.
The rich are treated with esteem, blinded by their own greed while the less fortunate no 
matter what level of intellect or strength are deprived and set aside as their walls come 
tumbling down.
I have seen hunger, I've seen pain, I've seen suffering, I’ve seen sickness, I've seen lack, 
I've seen despair, I’ve seen fate pick sides,
I've seen the bird crashing down from the tree falling to his ultimate demise because with 
everything in his life he forgot to fly.
Maybe tomorrow we can all be soaring in the whims of our dreams, in a world where 
Hunger is just a distant memory.
Belmont Day School Second Grade

Carrots sprout in spring
Hop, hop, hop, look who's coming
Ears flop carrots gone
Belmont Day School Second Grade

I see food growing
I hear bees flying
I taste fresh honey
I smell good food
I feel good lives
We are so lucky to have 
Bees who make honey in their hives.

I see the bees buzz
I eat the fresh carrots
I touch the soft leaves, they make me cheery
What a great time - just you and me~
Belmont Day School Second Grade

As I watch flowers take their shape
All I see is joy, not a single sign of hate
As I watch cherries grow on a cherry blossom tree
Flying by, I see a cute bumble bee
As I watch nature prance and play
All I see is joy, not one sign of hate.

Colorful flowers
And fresh, ripe, delicious food
I love Gaining Ground
Five Senses
Belmont Day School Second Grade

As flowers take their pretty color
I feel petals and they feel like butter
I hear birds chirping
and frogs burping
When I bite into crunchy salad
I say to myself this is very valid
In front of me I see a plate
Full of vegetables that taste great
Everyone is Happy
Belmont Day School Second Grade

The farm is fair
The farm is tasty
I can see it from my room
Bees are flying near my house
Birds are chirping near my house
Vegetables are growing
People are growing
Everyone is happy!
Belmont Day School Second Grade

I walked onto the farm
I smelled honey
I saw a bunny
I tasted fruit
I know instantly that farms are good
Farms grow carrots and peas
So I promise we will take care of all of your needs
Farms grow berries 
But we can't harvest that fast
Except if we were fairies

For people who don't have enough food
Farms are the best
So don't put food to the test
There is sweet, sour, spicy and mild
Don't worry if we might take a while
So, please don't worry about food.
I promise we will all take good care of you.
Belmont Day School Second Grade

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The farm is pretty
Just like you!
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade

Nature is earth's beauty, its life force
It populates almost all of the world.
The animals in our world 
The plants in our world 
All Nature.
Nature supplies us with everything we need
It provides us with life.
Trees are the Earth’s hair
That hair that gives us the air we need to breathe. 
Yet we’re taking them down.
The animals in our world are harmless 
Yet we humans hurt them.
Slowly, but steadily, we suffocate the planet with our toxins.
I believe that we can do better as a civilization
We can help our planet survive 
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade 

Birds chirping 
Flowers blossoming 
The sun shining. 
Snow is starting to dissolve as
Plants start to grow.
The trees bud as
Raindrops fall.
Leaves turn green as
Spring shakes off winter’s slumber.
With winter's footprints in the past,
Life has begun to grow in nature's atmosphere. 
Transforming everything carefully,
Trusting that the frost has concluded.
Buttermilk and maternal instincts waterproof the thunderbird́.
The gardens -  there is an excess of love disguised there. 
The fundamental earth is filled with the devotion of God.
I Worry
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade 

I worry about our Bugs, Birds, our Air, and our Water.
But……the season of SPRING 
Spring is here!
Take off your puffy jacket,
Put on bright colors.
The flowers are blooming
The bees are pollinating
For kids, it’s back to playing outside.
For animals, it’s time to wake up from their long slumber.
For adults, it’s time to tend to the garden.
Daisies, tulips, roses, and poppies,
Tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, and cabbage
Pull out weeds, 
Sprinkle water, 
Add fertilizer.
HOLD the pesticides.
You planned to eat a nice salad right?
I worry about our Bugs, Birds, our Air, and our Water.
Summer Nights
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade

The sounds so silent.
The black crows taking over the night
Winging by
The moon slowly coming down. 
Sunflowers create a 
Picture only stars can see 

The moon sings out a soft breeze
Motivating the tall green grass to sway, 
And the ancient bark from the 400 year old tree 
Is being forced to move to the man that stays 
To watch the sunrise from midnight to 5am. 
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade

Bright yellow, with white.
Delicate and intricate
Grows in spring 
Returns, ever so quietly
Big and strong
High and mighty
New and rejuvenated
But if left unnurtured
If not cultivated
It perishes
Physically and mentally. 
They call it a Daffodil… 
But it might as well be called a Human Being.
When I think about Farms…
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade 

The farm brings life.
Life comes from the farm.
The farm provides food for dry stomachs. 
The farm brings milk for good coffee
The farm brings people together  - 
To work with soil and water and sun and air.
The farm takes life and helps it grow
The farm brings life
It’s All Art
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade 

The spring has given us what we need.
It has brought forth flowers
And bees.
It has woken animals from long winter sleeps.
The world is a canvas
Everything is art
From the saplings to the vegetables that were grown from the heart.

Though it's not always warm on these spring days,
Sometimes quite rainy,
It's still….enjoyable 
The sound of the water soothes me.

The spring has clothed the once naked trees.
No more bare branches.
No more fallen leaves.
Children run after an ice cream truck driving away,
Spring sounds – eager feet on pavement. 

Families go to spend a day at the park
It's surprisingly quiet there
A quiet we can all enjoy, all be with.
Hard to explain….
The joys of sitting here on this spring day
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade

All flowers die
But they come back every summer
Perhaps they do that by having hope
And pushing through the cold
To bloom a beautiful rose.
You must always have hope,
Even at your lowest.
There will come a time when
You’ll bloom like a flower.
You’ll be just a beautiful as one.
Have hope, one day 
Your day will come.
When I was Five
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade 

The first time I went to a farm
I was five.
A cold, sunny day
The sun as bright as a yellow apple.
I went pumpkin picking 
And as I was doing that, the birds
Were chirping;  the winds, blowing
The sound of nature so beautiful. 
I grew onto and out of that farm
Like flowers grown in spring.
Flying from the Farm
Bridge Boston Charter School Eighth Grade 

I see wheat, beets, carrots in my mind’s eye
I hear pling plong  - as the bucket fills with droplets of water
Echoing, our own “Big Bang”
The beautiful, crimson soil of our land
I soon recollect the jimson water - past due, boiled
As a bird flies past, 
I run behind
Soon I hear a faint voice
I start to fade from this world
Become one with the sun
I loom over the place
We humans tamed and named Earth.
Because we thought it was our turf
The seed continues to bloom
Though humanity’s turf is doomed

I look down at the town’s 
Hospital.  I lay there
My body staring at my soul
I start to notice
I’m ascending….
I think of a word
I utter it, but I don’t say it
My body does, it says,
“Paalam Sa Lahat” (I love everyone)
In a whispered tone, that shakes my bones,
I should be alone

There are forces that are invisible.
As I get farther and farther and farther away
I think of Father,
Who probably didn’t shed a tear, only sits and drinks beer
As I struggle with the distance, so does my resistance
Until I can no longer.
See my body
I feel my body torn into pieces, like
I hope
When I open my eyes
I’m rejuvenated
In another life, filled with nothing
But surprise, no demise
My eyes
Got them closed.
When I open them, it’s too bright light
And 100 people on each side
They say in unison”
Kumusto Po (Hello there)
In Nature 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

The sun through the trees 
The cool of the breeze 
The soil on the ground 
The green grass all around 
The birds in the sky 
They chirp and fly 
The clouds might come 
and the rain might fall 
But the trees, the grass, the birds 
stay through it all 
It is a calm place 
In nature 
When the Storm Arrives
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade

Out on the farm
The wind changing left to right
You know what’s about to happen
Birds go back to their nests
Puffy clouds roaming over the sky
Suddenly, your legs have goosebumps,
Then, the storm arrives...
To Satisfy 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

I step on the wet squishy mud; it rained last night. 
But the rain is good, how else would these crops grow? 
Firmly, but gently, I pull out the lettuce, 
which would satisfy the needs of many individuals. 
That keeps me going.
For the only thing I need to do is pull and drop, pull and drop, 
Only until everybody is satisfied. 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

Nature is hues of green and blue 
and gives you healthy foods 
when you care for Nature 
Nurture will care for you 
Nature gives us snow 
we spray our vegetables with garden hoes 
when challenges occur 
we help get rid of debris 
and stash it in a bag 
Hard Work
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

The burning sun shines on my back. 
I hover over the crops and my back starts to ache. 
I continue to grasp and pull the food, 
But after I pull, one the next one is harder to get. 
I want to give up but I know I can't. 
I try to keep going but it seems to never end. 
Finally I see the distant end. 
I tell myself that I can't stop now, 
But my body won't let me keep going. 
I lie there on the ground with the sun shining on me. 
I jump up because I know I can't stop now. 
I plow through the rest of the vegetables. 
I get to the end of the never-ending field, 
And I look back and say to myself, 
I did it. 
Seasons and Gaining Ground Change Lives 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

The four seasons affect our lives 
And that is not a lie 
Winter snow 
Summer sun 
The spring glow 
And the autumn fun 
Springtime planting 
Summertime harvest 
Gaining Ground granting 
Vegetables for all 
Filling people's hearts with 
A tall task to ask 
But a high reward 
Gaining Ground changes lives 
More and more 
Their hopes reach the skies 
Seasons and Gaining Ground 
Both change lives all year round 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

The bright autumn colors shined in the trees 
The leaves shuffled in a late summer breeze 
A big harvest is near, I can hear the people cheer 
The harvest will bring food vast, planted by generations past 
Soon the sun will not linger, as the sky gets dimmer 
The harvest is over, as winter nears closer 
The town is asleep as quiet as a mouse 
not one light shines in a house 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

Leaves are falling 
Friends are calling 
Raking leaves 
Harvesting pumpkins, planting lettuce 
Kale and Cabbage 
Garlic and Beets 
Snow falls and covers the ground 
But does not make a sound 
A blanket of white 
What a sight 
Rainy days and hints of sunshine 
Planting seeds into the ground 
Selling veggies buy the pound 
Hot sunny days 
Oh what a daze 
Harvesting crops 
Picking strawberries, carrots, and cucumbers 
All and all 
But gaining ground has it all 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

The soft air on a cold day 
The vegetables that you get to grow 
The challenges you endure 
The birds with their daily morning chirp 
The soil that turns into much more 
The season when it turns bright 
The foods that first roots and then feast on the sun 
The crops thank you but don't say a word 
That's what makes a farm a farm. 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

I feel the wintry breeze on my skin 
The snow falls and the water frozen 
the calm spring breeze surrounds me 
The rain falls and the flowers blosum 
The pollen in the air makes us sneeze 
I feel the warm summer breeze 
The sun burn our skin the ocean waits to be swam 
I feel the gentle breeze on my skin 
The leaves fall and halloween is on its way 
The Song Nature Sings
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

Through the Months plants flourish 
And here, Mother Nature, is giving and kind 
All she asks is for this in reply 
Soil opens the fruit from the seed 
And Soil gives all the leafy greens from the palms 
And the Sun is there to hands the light 'till turn Moon 
Through cold Winters even some can last the chill in some ways 
So this is what they all always do 
Together they let life grow through day and night 
Together they're nature and they sing to you 
They let the farms grow from one veggie to a few 
Green Onions 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade 

I walk out in the sun with my sister 
we find our onions 
that jumped out of the soil 
They are bright 
They are green
They are white
the colors pop in the early summer light. 
the green onions 
are ready to harvest.
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

I wander in 
through the gate 
up the road 
off the path 
To a world unknown to humankind 
Almost gone but not quite 
Almost gone 
A world where color comes alive 
and takes the shape of a flower 
Or a dragonfly humming a melodious tune 
Or a tree dropping leaves on an unsuspecting child 
Gone is the cool winter chill biting at me 
Rushing for warmth 
Gone the soft flake falling 
Instead the drip drip drip of falling water 
Gone the white layer upon the earth 
Instead new grass and weeds and dirt 
Finally gone the bite in the air, the chill in the day, the bleak white ground 
Spring has graced us with itself 
Winter has come and left 
Planting plants 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

Plants produce oxygen 
When you plant, 
you contribute to the earth 
We need to plant more trees 
Trees are incredibly 
They have leaves 
My favorite plant is 
the carrot. I love 
To earth them Farming 
Involves dirt, seeds, and 
Gaining Ground
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

When people go to 
gaining ground 
They all get special jobs 
We plant and harvest 
Vegetables and plants 
At gaining ground people 
Help others who are in 
Need of food 
Us 6th graders help 
Gaining ground to accomplish 
Their mission to help people that need 
Food. At gaining ground 
They plant so many 
Fresh vegetables and plants 
That can help someone 
that needs to eat 
They are a non-profit organization 
That tries to make people's
lives better 
The Four Seasons
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

As the winter fades away, the ground replenishes 
with water that is not frozen, it brings life back to the world. 
As the earth brings life back, the wild comes 
and reclaims its place in the rotation. 
The summer brings everything back as the trees and flowers come back and people 
start to farm and produce food for the people. 
Then - slowly - fall comes and brings in a chilling breeze. 
As some animals start to hibernate, some migrate 
and some stay. 
Flowers and trees fade, and so do the people from the farms, 
and wait until they come back again. 
And then winter rolls in and takes the life of the earth away 
as grass, trees, and flowers struggle 
under the snow 
and then we stay inside 
thinking of what to do next. 
A Vegetable
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

Along the green tree tops Blossoms bloom to apples 
The stench of fresh clean fruit and vegetables rise from the ground 
As leaves are overhead the freshly scraped soil 
As the light of the sun is covered by the stormy darkness of a approaching rainstorm 
As the rain beats down on the earth like stones that have fell off a mountain 
The seeds grow and mature into saplings, and finally vegetables 
The vegetable is destined for a great cause, to help people in need. 
Four Seasons 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

Spring, summer, fall, 
and winter. The factors of farming, 
as well as the worries of farmers. 
In a sense most farmers dread winter 
for they are not able to grow crops outside. 
Each one with a pro and con. 
Each one, unique. 
One hot, one snowy. One stimulates 
crops one doesn't. But overall, seasons are 
The factors of farming.
Spring Morning 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

I hear the birds song comes on 
I look out to see the dewy grass 
I put on my clothes and 
I grasp my shovel in front of me 
I set out onto the farmland 
I feed the cows, I feed the chickens 
I collect the chickens eggs for breakfast 
I collect thyme and basil for every meal 
I sprint back to my house to start breakfast, 
I crack the eggs, add the thyme and flip it 
Breakfast has been served 
Time to head back out into the cool spring day
The Four Seasons of the Year 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

When the spring starts 
The cold weather turns into warm days. 
When the spring comes 
They start their planting. 
They start planting beets, potatoes, carrots, 
and so many more crops. 

When summer comes 
The warm days turn into hot days 
With the blazing sun shining down. 
During the summer 
They start to harvest some crops 
And plant others. 
While the crops grow 
They wait patiently. 

When the fall starts 
The leaves turn yellow, orange, and red. 
They have to start their big harvest. 
They start to see all their hard work pay off. 
They see all the vegetables 
That they planted earlier in the year. 

When the winter comes 
The days become cold. 
The plating holds 
and they wait for the spring to come again. 
Gaining Ground
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

Breeze whisks through the air 
Dirt is beneath my feet 
Insects freely glide through the grass 
Birds soar overhead above the towering trees 
Soil sustains the area 
Pops of color spread around the flourishing green vegetation 
Food is thriving throughout the grassland 
This is Gaining Ground.
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

Seasons ever changing 
In an orderly cycle 
Even more for farming 
Planting in Spring 
Harvesting in Fall 
Soft rainfall in Spring 
Cool breezes in Fall 
Sprouting in Summer 
Reaching for the sky 
Growing and growing and growing 
Growing some more 
Forever reaching 
Reaching for the sky 
Vegetables For You
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade   

Gaining Ground 
All year 
Just to hear 
That crunching sound 
Vegetables made 
Fresh for you 
Hopefully you share 
Them too 
Leafy green 
To fill your food 
Even some fruits 
Are grown 
From trees 
Gaining Ground 
Invites you here 
To help spread cheer 
Of food 
For you
The Promise 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

As the sun shines down, 
Rows of bright, colorful vegetables are slowly growing 
Unseen, unnoticeable, but promising
They grow to help another 
They are going to a greater cause 
When the clouds rain, the plants absorb the water just the same 
They take it all as it is 
For if they have too much of one 
An unbalance occurs 
To most, the crops are unseen and unnoticeable 
But to those who they truly help, they are promising
Spring Is Here 
Tenacre Country Day School Sixth Grade  

Birds start their chirp 
Fields brighten 
And spring is here 
I feel warmer than a week before 
flowers start their bloom 
Spring is here 
Leaves are welcomed back 
Seeds get ready to prosper 
Spring is here 
Crops start to plant 
Food is produced 
Spring is here. 
The Clubhouse Network Poetry Workshop

A kernel falls,
full of surprises
the rain comes, and
the stalk rises
A swarm of bees, a hint of potential
Working to death, working their fields
Like cupids to crops or shepherds of flora
Humans, mammals, and all else yield
A New Pot
The Clubhouse Network Poetry Workshop

Leaves begin to yellow
Soil no longer rich with moisture
Roots are bound by the limits of this vessel 

Planted in a place that no longer serves or nourishes
These conditions are not that of hardship, pain or sickness 
But an indication of growth beyond these walls 
And a need for a new pot

A new environment to thrive 
Fresh soil to flourish in
Another chance for roots to expand 

Yellow leaves fall, to make room for bright and bold foliage
Soil is fertile, roots are healthy 
This new planter is not the destination, but a stop in the journey

This habitat is only a temporary barrier 
As there are no bounds to growth, 
As I am not just natural, but nature itself 
The Farm Law
The Clubhouse Network Poetry Workshop

We love the hog/Even with the 
added cholesterol 
Smog/ stripped out the mud/ and cleaned off the bugs/
Multiple shades, but glazed in pink/Stink
they might, but that hygiene is quite alright
Surprised? You might/be full of flies/ But is that the flies/
Or does the filth you lie in lie?/ Tell me why/When you are basking in the stove’s heat a brother needs 
to eat/ Most of ya’ll are delicious / but I’ll be damned if I eat your feet / Anytime
your baking that bacon is a beacon for my sweet sensations/ But when you mix with the crew/ all they 
are is hating/ waiting 
The Clubhouse Network Poetry Workshop
The garden, I feed
The farm, I breathe, 
The fruit, my emotions, 
Am I feeling like a Butternut Squash?
Or a cabbage?
Or maybe a yam?
And the animals vary that answer,
Who am I today?
Who will I allow myself to be?
For I,
A Cherry Tomato,
A HoneyCrisp Apple,
An underground carrot,
Must wait for onen to water me down
Longing for something I cannot have,
Cannot reach,
Cannot grasp
But there will always be an in between
For if I am watered down,
I drown
For if little water is in me,
I won't sprout,
Won't grow,
I've decided, 
Waiting for others is not for me
And there will always be an in between
For my delicacy,
Tanginess is what I should be known for,
Not the head I bleed
For every drip,
Plop of rain that follows me,
Every constellation of stars, 
Too far to see,
That the roots of my tree,
Go deep,
Down to the ground,
Where you step on me
The Magpies
The Clubhouse Network Poetry Workshop

        	Upon the pasture
                    	A swarm of magpies
        	With all their chatter and
                    	Apple stained beaks.
        	They await the growth of
                    	A new season’s harvest.
        	Careful, watching, observant:
                    	Their apple stained beaks,
        	Beady eyes and coarse calls.
        	The bountiful field has turned black from the swarm.
                   	A new generation will feast on a generous land.

Poems from Willard Elementary School, Fifth Grade

Poems from Bridge Boston Charter School Kindergarten