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Catherina Cunnane
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Catherina Cunnane hails from a sixth-generation drystock and specialised pedigree suckler enterprise in Co. Mayo. She currently holds the positions of editor and general manager at That's Farming, having joined the firm during its start-up phase in 2015.
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‘So here’s to the farmer, the one who feeds us all’

In this article, That’s Farming, shares a collection of poetry about farm life.

Poem one:

“The sun rises early, the rooster crows,

The day begins, and the farmer knows,

There’s work to be done, fields to tend,

Animals to feed, and fences to mend.

 

The cows are lowing, the pigs are oinking,

The sheep are bleating, the chickens clucking,

The farmer’s up and out the door,

Ready to start the day once more.

 

The tractor rumbles, the plow digs deep,

The farmer works hard, he/she doesn’t sleep,

S/he plants the seeds, he tends the land,

S/he knows that nature needs a helping hand.

 

The sun sets low, the day is done,

The farmer’s work is never done,

But he/she knows that it’s worth the toil,

Living life on the farm is a life of soil.

 

So here’s to the farmer, the one who feeds us all,

Who works the land, who answers nature’s call,

We owe him/her thanks, we owe him/her praise,

For the life he/she leads, for the food he/she raises.”

Poem two:

“The farmer’s day begins at dawn,

They rise early, before the sun,

S/e feeds the animals, he milks the cows,

S/e tends the fields, he takes his vows.

 

The tractor rumbles, the plough digs deep,

The farmer works hard, he doesn’t sleep,

S/he plants the seeds, he tends the land,

S/he knows that nature needs a helping hand.

 

The cows are lowing, the pigs are oinking,

The sheep are bleating, the chickens clucking,

The farmer’s up and out the door,

Ready to start the day once more.

 

The sun beats down, the sweat drips off,

The farmer works hard, he/she doesn’t scoff,

S/he knows that his work is never done,

But he loves his/her life under the sun.

 

The fields are green, the sky is blue,

The farmer’s work is never through,

From dawn to dusk, he tends his land,

With calloused hands and a gentle hand.

 

The cows are grazing, the horses neigh,

The pigs are snorting, the chickens play,

The farmer’s work is never done,

But s/he loves his life under the sun.

 

The sun sets low, the day is done,

The farmer’s work is never done,

But s/he knows that it’s worth the toil,

Living life on the farm is a life of soil.

 

So here’s to the farmer, the one who feeds us all,

Who works the land, who answers nature’s call,

We owe him/her thanks, we owe him/her praise,

For the life s/he leads, for the food s/he raises.”

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