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Poems about farmers: ‘Agriculture keeps us all alive’

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In this news article, That’s Farming, shares a collection of poetry about farmers.

First poem:

“The fields are lush, the earth is rich,

The sun beats down, the air is brisk.

The farmers work from dawn till dusk,

Their hands are calloused, their hearts robust.

 

The seeds are sown, the crops take root,

The rain falls down, the plants bear fruit.

The wheat, the corn, the barley too,

The bounty grows, the harvest’s due.

 

The tractors roar, the plows they turn,

The soil is tilled, the land they earn.

The cows they graze, the chickens cluck,

The pigs they wallow in the muck.

 

The barns are full, the hay is stacked,

The silos brim, the fields are packed.

The market’s open, the prices set,

The farmers sell, their profits met.

 

The cycle starts, the work begins,

The seasons change, the cycle spins.

The land provides, the people thrive,

Agriculture keeps us all alive.”

Second poem:

“The land is vast, the sky is blue,

The crops are green, the air is new.

The farmers rise, the rooster crows,

The day begins, the work it flows.

 

The land is plowed, the seeds are sown,

The water flows, the crops have grown.

The sun beats down, the rain it falls,

The harvest comes, the barns are full.

 

The cows they graze, the sheep they baa,

The pigs they oink, the horses neigh.

The fields are full, the harvest’s done,

The farmers rest, their work well-spun.

 

The market’s open, the people come,

The farmers sell, the day is young.

The food is fresh, the taste is true,

The farmers smile, their work is through.”

 

Third poem:

“The land is wide, the soil is good,

The farmers work, their hands they should.

The sun beats down, the rain it pours,

The crops they grow, the farmers’ chores.

 

The land is plowed, the seeds are sown,

The crops they sprout, the fields have grown.

The fruit is ripe, the harvest’s nigh,

The farmers work, the days go by.

 

The cows they moo, the chickens cluck,

The pigs they oink, the horses buck.

The barns are full, the hay is high,

The animals rest, the farmers sigh.

 

The market’s open, the people come,

The farmers sell, the day is done.

The food is fresh, the taste is great,

The farmers smile, their work is fate.”

Source – Snapchat

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