Entries to my poetry contest

Insubordinate (no blog but should have one) emailed me the following versions of familiar poems.  They are wonderful and have admittedly an agricultural theme which endears them to my heart even more.

O what can ail thee, farmer man

  Alone and watching carefully

The crops are late and autumn comes

  I am afraid

O what can ail thee, farmer man

  So haggard and so tres concerned

The blight is on these crops of mine

  And spray is dear

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I wandered 'cross my fields of green

Waving so slightly in the breeze

When all I once I saw a sheen

A spot of dreaded crop disease

On the heads of my crop so fine

So many there I felt like cryin'

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On this year's hay crop . . .

Shall I compare thee to last year's hay crop

Thou art more greener and as high as the gate

Heavy rains do fall, beat thee down to earth

And haying time hath all too short a date

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I wandered - a lonely little cloud

But friends soon came to have some fun

With driving rain and hail so hard

We pummeled on Saskatchewan

Upon the crops, upon the ground

We flooded basements all around.

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Grow grain along with me

Riches are yet to be

The rain is much, the GDD are low

Our crops are in Her hand

Mother Nature rules the land

Will we harvest; fear Jack: damage much, still no dough.

With apologies to Keats, Wordsworth, Shakespeare, and Browning .

And many many thanks to Insubordinate.