Farming Poems - Poems about Farming

Cow flatus now we start to fear For it poisons our atmosphere As it is global warming gas That from those cow rumens does pass. It adds more to our carbon curse And this issue we can’t reverse, Unless, of course, we eat less meat. Should we forgo this tasty treat To protect the earth’s atmosphere From that flatus that now we fear? ...

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Back drives me cold Plant at village Busy morning. Season's shortage Between rice price Need force to plant. Each time pants on Soaking the mud Life hard living. Love those who work A farm living Help a nation....

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In the quiet morning light I see the deep oshanas breaking round like a boundless oasis that is bright and the echoes of the cattle happily resound. Manna of the north is planted and the mielies grow around the homestead harrowed as the family toiled the soil swallows the breeze of the drizzle ahead. Oh, how peaceful northern life its addictive...

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She tasted like honey, like apples ripe, A sweetness that lingered in the night's sweet light. With every breath, I drank her soul, And found in her touch, I was made whole. She tasted of sugar, a kiss in the breeze, The flutter of wings in the tallest of trees. She brought the sun when my skies were gray, And melted the...

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Work hard each day Amidst sun heat For the future....

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While the milk cow hastens Toward a worn barn, Gray as the edges of melancholy, Erasing the spring, breaking through Summer Like Sunday, wearing her best suit Rustling on the wings of Saturday’s robins, Starving for Monday, while her words Still the grief that comes from knowing The week behind her will not come Again, peppering the wind With grace and love, Intense as the...

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. for public domain Among the trials and challenges the Lord of Life hands us, I find them more livable in Smith Center, Kansas. True wealth of a nation, humble dignity of its people, down to earth statesmenship, bowed heads under a steeple. The center of our nation, strong heart of our soul, wisdom rooted in the fields, the cherry in the bowl....

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collect and do soup I love farming and cooking do you love farming?...

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Harvesting your dreams Towards future farming prime One field at a time....

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Agriculture's way of taking care of its people through farming the land...

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You are a garden once bloomed, supple brightness now withered and cold, lost to the eyes, gaunt succumbed to the reclusive catacombs from the daylight and Sun. Lost in the echoes of a forgotten past, a forgotten childhood of dreams trashed in a flushed cache. Memory fades, but faith is forever avast and yet...

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life is the harvest death is closing the barn gate leaving all behind everything that grows will slowly come to its death there is no simple way...

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Some things are a given When you work upon the land You can always guarantee Things will not go to plan The minute you're in charge And everyone has gone away A problem will crop up Promptly ruining your day You go out to see the cattle Checking their welfare And find the electric fence is off And the...

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Walking country roads, farmlands, my dreams rouse Faith blessing those who believe in His grace Over meadows, past gardens, through the house Erasing dark with morn’s stirring embrace Faith blessing those who believe in His grace Lovely children, we strive to show our worth Erasing dark with morn’s stirring embrace Whispers of light gently flow o’er the earth Lovely children, we strive to...

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Mine gerund farming, tilling, and harvesting illogical weltanschauung Twas accursed destiny since birth (maybe coded in deoxyribonucleic acid since time immemorial) alas and alack nascent emasculation abominable barrack emergent deus ex machina, one common Joe biden his time for no particular rhyme nor reason revisiting mine days of yore, when protectiveness courtesy older sibling come from behind ruthless counterattack. All equivocation aside, she/her thirteen plus...

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