Poems About Wendell Berry Seeking Honest Critique

At five AM the cock had crowed
Petticoats with small pink bows
Tousled hair like tangled straw

Shout up the stairs "now wake up boys"
That mirrors dirt that hides the years
Put it on the list of chores

Pout your lips and blush your cheeks
The rouge fresh air applies for free
Eggs and bacon dance in the pan with glee

That nurcher is my bond my pride
It springs, that flow will not subside
My motherhood of breasts that will provide

Trace of smile across my lips
The heaviness around my hips ...

For he stood so tall so square and looked across the acreage
Countenanced all that panorama, it seemed endangered
The heavy horse the last to graze straw bales
He lifted up the old straw hat and scratch his pate

His disquiet, wrinkled brow like furrows in the field
The bees that seek the pollen, a wasp that agitates
We must he thought, let nature evolve at its own pace
But short term gains mean fields turned into plains
 
The engines belched out smoke, the crows flew up and squawked
Divorced from dirty hands the reaper smash...

Heavy in native headdress,
blossoms preside
over barren forsythia,
while cork-vined Chinese wisteria  
gnarl about branches
 
English Ivy accessorizes the trunk;
some things are pruned,
while others grow deep
tango wildly
between fire and root    

They solder  one ring    
after another outward    
from below;    
an ancient womb    
of knowledge and lore    
the first humans tasted    
lifetimes ago:

one in trust
the other, love    
~    
    ...