Farmers Poems - Poems about Farmers

I wonder why in African land the white farmers how-come?...

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Wee ditty about the loudly, proudly beating heart of our oh so pretty city. No hustling..strolling along...to the rolling soundtrack..bustling throng A musky busker hums, strums and sings their husky song... Familiar faces..fayre made with care..displayed with flair to share.. Tip top one stop shop..rare.. hallowed not fallowed places. Grab a seat...have a natter..nab a moreish treat..baffled by...

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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...

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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...

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As a war on life intesifys the land of Britian must soon decide.' How and what they'll put inside; their bodies.' That their earth and farmers provide.' Will it be earwigs? Or potatoes and beef? To be honest my choice will not Give me much greif' good pasture produce from familiy Farms; as its been for millenia will do...

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Farmers come to town Saturday...

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Faming is hard I should be thankful when I eat Farmers work the hardest Facing the land with their backs to the sky They deserve my respect the most....

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Farmers supply World's consumption Give full respect....

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dried up grass and roots too much rain for farmers fields seasons always change...

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thank you dear farmers love you and love your neat work food, fruits, and much more...

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Being a man, and not only a man but a married man, I cannot deny that there are women who could appropriately be called nags. This should not be confused with the right of the wife to have her voice in the marriage. The husband cannot forget that she has the right and the freedom...

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Politiker niedrig carbon auß Low grade carbon Politicans go! Ihr seid nicht nuztfoll kein wert Kein ahnûnug You are of no use, you are mindless Cronies.' Der zukunft ist heir im Berlin heute 2024, die leüte sind rau! sie whërte Du bist auß-pieste' die bauer Im friedens laßen.! The future is here, in Berlin today in 2024, the people are angry.' They are Defending, you have...

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My father and his father were Farmers. It wasn't told to me, but I suspect that my Great Grandfather was also a Farmer. My wife's father was also a hard-working and successful Farmer. However, in my family line, farming ended with my father. From my second-story window, it's a beautiful sight. Presently, having chosen to retire in the rural, I...

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The empty swing swings gently in the gentle breeze that wafts across the empty playground park. The dust in the foot-pans beneath the swings lifts up in the breeze, swirls and curls in a spiral willy-nilly, willy-willy. The town has all but died. A tardy few die-hard's remain, as they have no where else to go. The salty groundwater, which rose up in the soil due to over zealous irrigation,...

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Please, remain calm Resident: Just for the New President... I can see in his tenure That farms shall meet rich manure, Farmers quite huge bags procure, Less of farm losses incur, Sick plants and animals free cure And, first, economy, cure! So, relax Tense Resident: You shall have Sweet President... One who shall fight Man's failure, Close Office of Sinecure: Keep saying "Not my tenure!" Allow to stay:...

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