In Lopo, we chase the dawn
sincerely praying
to the fragrance of corn and the prayers of mother earth
just as every dewdrop glistening on the shoulders of the weeds
is the praise of the farmers' children
slowly descending into the palms of our ancestors
and surrendering to God.
We run freely in the fields
herding the wind and the birdsong
with a joyful dance
while whispering to the soil
our sweat that falls tirelessly is a prayer that takes root.
And when dusk calls us home,
mother has lit a fire in the stove
and father is holding a hoe
because we know that in every yellowing ear of corn
is light born from the soil
and we give thanks with tears
oh God: the great giver.
Atambua – NTT, August 2, 2026
Description: Lopo refers to a traditional house and barn typical of the ethnic groups in East Nusa Tenggara, particularly the Timorese (Dawan/Atoin Meto) and the Abui people in Alor. This building is shaped like a giant mushroom with an open thatched roof without walls and stands on wooden pillars.
Family Portrait of Lucky, Willem Joseph 1738-1798.
wow! the farmers life!
countryside weather and food
so natural drink!
fresh grown vegetables
vases full of flowers and
of course, homemade bread
vegetables galore
homemade baked goods and honey
i hit the jackpot
The game was cotton, corn, and beans.
But I was never really on that team.
I was never a good fit for work on the farm.
Indeed, that is why it never was a charm.
My heart and mind were never there.
Indeed, that is why I never gave a care.
Such hard and hot labor in those days.
Indeed, intensive labor in the microwave.
Sun beamed down, and sweat poured out.
Indeed, both body and soul were tossed about.
But without agriculture, where would we be?
Indeed, it's simply that it wasn't for me.
For farmers, I have much respect and love.
Indeed, they are more than 'a cut above'.
"Life is a journey with both good and bad along the way." By Poet
My dad has been gone for many years,
making it time to clean out his belongings.
I remember his war stories as a young child,
they were better then reading books.
Each word would come to life,
as his stories went on and on.
Telling about his men almost starving,
and how the farmers fed and hid them.
Here in a box what did I just find?
Love letters to mom in old torn envelopes.
What is this thingamajig?
It looks like a writing pen but it will not write.
Did you know pens in those days needed to be ink filled?
Imagine that!
They filled their pens with ink before they would write.
Today we still have writing pens,
most come ink filled and ready to write,
some are disposable pens.
None will be as cherished as this old one,
knowing ink flowed over his journal and love letters.
Now Tim is great, enthusiastic and in no way dim' he an Aussie asset, is our mate
Tim..He is full of good intention ya'know
I can feel it from here.' Mind he's often meeting with legends, reckon i should make that clear, wether it 'green lightening
tech'? Or innovations coming through from
The paddocks to the table.? Tim brings it
To you..Remember nation of battlers.' How
Far you have come, i believe any setback at
Home or external? You will overcome.' We
Do not need Brussels, but more men such as Tim..And the true Aussie spirit,to light up all the country from whithin
tasty foods at family reunion
fresh homegrown Iowa produce
blueberries and strawberries
orange pumpkins off the vine
farm fresh turkey eggs
corn on the cob
creamy milk
butter
salt
At the center of London 2025 farmers and
Supporters came, this upon tractors the farmers did..Which is of their typology
I do not kid.' Intrinsic to their role in any land that i know, farmers drive tractors into
Town, unless you were real thick.? Its just
Sort of 'how they roll' persecution for so doing, is so plain to view
Like a rusty barn roof, don't know about you ?
nly un-just.' Which in
Itself is un-lawful..To do so is a must, and real true.' So much misscarrige of justice happened today.' Aided and abetted, plain
As the day.' As large as the konk of sadiq
khan.' If it were any longer he could park it s barn..' Say!! Maybe thats his plan, to divest some good men of goods and chattels.' So his nose could be covered instead of some country hens.' Anyway its
All a mockery.' Time to call time soon..Or the madness of woke ideaology will send good farmers to the moon.' An a penal servitude.' And no matter at all the cost.'
As they have stolen so much money.' Its only the responsible who will bear the loss.'
Do this now..' be swift; be calm, be focused.' One of the last rights you,
We all have is to choose, whether we
Want to die ' if the WHO get this cdc
Bill through.? Using your senators you
Will no longer hold that right, communisam, has entered..By the side
Gate, you either clean house now or
Loose the Nation.' Be strong and unite.!
Most of this year's harvest is done.
There are three major crops in my area.
We have corn, soy beans, and cotton.
All but the cotton has been harvested.
On this mild weathered Autumn night,
From my front window I watched the rapidly
pouring rain, and Assisted by the night lights,
I observed the trees and rain drops and noticed
that there was very little wind flow.
I thought about the whited fields of
cotton not yet gathered as my heart
went out for the farmers, without
whom we neither eat nor dress.
I wonder why
in African land
the white farmers how-come?
My Rose Garden was devoured by a cow that thought it was a bull.
The farmer and his wife pleaded with the cow to go back to the field.
But it refused by stomping and grunting.
Now what remains is a baren field, and a broken fence.
With not much to eat in the garden but rose thorns, the cull cried of stomach pains.
Throughout the day and night she mooed as if to blame the world for its life.
In time, not even the steer expressed an interest in his mother, as his future was cut short.
With no calves in the field, the bull left for the furthest sections of the property.
And with no place to escape, and no cows and rose gardens to be found, he simply laid down, and died.
by, Martin Braun
12/21/24
The Fervour for UK Farmers
The country sees as most alarming
A (punishing tax) upon their farming!
Put in place by old man Starmer
I believe it’s bordering on treason
Maybe this man has lost any reason
At last a great move from Jeremy Clarkson
Who’s remarks on Rover (got my narks on!)
He’s standing like a ‘king of sense and reason
Btw where is HRH Charles this wintry season?
Heredity in chief yet perhaps not a victim of such mischief?
He saw Welby go tumbling
Still quiet he stayed – a little troubling?
Maybe he’s away ski-ing leaving farmers to the treeing?
Of that foul quarry Starmer
How he is loathed, in truth he is no great charmer
©Joe Maverick 21-11-2024
Farmers
come to town
Saturday
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