Farmer Poems - Poems about Farmer

Kill the Boer, kill the farmer A song sung in a stadium by thousands Reverberating a chorus of spine-chilling fear A call to incite hatred and violence Tomorrow, we mourn - another farmer Umshini wami (my machine gun) Paralysing fear runs through your soul To wipe out the Boer and the farmer A call to genocide, they cajole Rat-a-tat, see how they run There is...

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The skies now dark with swollen grief, Rain lashes roofs beyond belief. The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas, It spares no home and trees, nor man, nor child. Before my eyes - truth too raw to bear, A mother staggered through the despair, Clutching her sack above the flood, Her last few grains, her sweat, her blood. The fields we tilled...

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A farmer ploughs his field, And sows the quality seed, Expecting a bumper yield. He is so ambitious in deed! The minimum support price, He fails to get for his produce, Instead receives many an advice. Finally, found hanging to a noose! His Echo Returns Not!! A bride as a spouse, In mind with many a hope, Enters her in-laws house! With them, she can’t cope! For her...

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Andrew Cooper farmer of the land, of Croyde Devon; in old England decided he'd plough some fields again? as the sun was shining through the English rain, yet some eco-loonies including a judge? hit him with fines and orders and they don't want to Want to budge.' O K he remted it to the relic's archialogical Whatsama-thingammy..Cant deny...

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Under the azure sky And,in the green fields The beauty of farmer's life high. His home with tin roof house high And earthern floor bare With mud walls everywhere. It is a part of nature's grace Nestled in a beautiful place Where tranquility finds bare. But in the tranquil scene Waiting for the monsoon keen His hope and dream serene. Middlemen exploiting his way Leaving him with no...

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It was halftime of the football game Grabbed an umbrella and strolled down the lane Saw Farmer Fred out singing in the rain These were the words of his refrain Where have all the voters gone? Hard time knowing Where have all the voters gone? Four years ago Where have all the voters gone? The Dems have lost them everyone Oh, when will they ever...

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I thank the sun ... The soil, the summer rain, I thank the apple tree The fields of golden grain I thank the corn crops And the pumpkin patch, I thank the warm barn Where new poults hatch I thank Tom turkey ... From down on the farm, And the good old farmer Who caused him no harm I thank the potato fields And the pecan...

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In memory of John Farmer, a man so bold, An ironworker’s tale, in stories retold. From Local 46, his strength did shine, In New York’s skyline, his work divine. A skydiver brave, he soared the skies, Twice he faced death, but still did rise. With a heart full of courage, he took the leap, In the...

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Farmer Fred on the day he was wed Believed every word he said He knew his light of love Nancy Was so much more than a passing fancy Nancy had brains, beauty, and drive With her by his side, Fred felt so alive Now after forty years of wedded bliss Fred thought he'd give Nancy a kiss So Fred gives her his famous...

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river in full spate yoke of oxen wade calmly confident farmer...

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Rich is the language evocated clear emphasis On divine nature of humanity and the beauty of, His creation the imagination imagery of a seed. A planter wound man and the birth process is a stunning metaphor for the miracle of Life And the connection between the spiritual and physical Realms the channel and the gateway symbols Represent the...

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There once was a farmer named Larry With a hundred cows at his dairy Larry did his best Hired help for the rest Milking that many cows was scary ...

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A farmer drove into town. Some posters made him frown. They said, "Go to the Poll". He said,"In the pasture below?" "Right now, they're standing a'chowin'". (To understand this limerick, you must understand that a polled cow has no horns from birth)...

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Farmer B spent the day moving a carrot from Farm A to B. Why didn’t you plant it in B in the first place asked his wife, C. He had no reply, for it made sense, and irritated him a little. She is an older gal with a tiny beard, and sometimes a bit of spittle....

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The farmer said his cow was a Swiss. Lou said "Tell me one thing, and it is this. Does it make holes in the cheese, Using Swiss milk, if you please?" Farmer said, "No. But the cheddar is bliss."...

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