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Farmers A Poem by Edwina Smith
Up and down the paddocks Ploughs and tractors toil Sowing crops in the hope Rain brings life to soil Taking such a gamble With seasons and their flaws To feed our hungry nation And those beyond our shores. Munching on some muesli It comes to us by truck Imagine those dear farmers Their fate depends on luck! In this land of plenty The shelves are full and packed With nutritious fruit and veggies Freshly ripe and stacked Ready for the shoppers To buy, take home and eat Tasty meals and dessert Crispy, crunchy, sweet! When enjoying such delights Grapes, lemons, limes Don’t forget the farmers With crops on trees and vines. Farmers work so hard It’s not an easy road To feed and clothe our nation Is quiet a heavy load
They’re a special breed A quiet, hard-working lot People from towns afar May or may not Know what farmers do From daylight until dark Meeting needs never voiced And always hit the mark.
The shed’s alive and buzzing Combs glide through woolly fleeces Willing hands all take part Parents, uncles, nieces A year’s work on the boards Skirted, classed and baled Vital skills of generations Learned, practiced, nailed. City business managers Strut their corporate gear Think of the farmers Who raised sheep to shear. Here’s an Aussie barbecue The sizzling grill awaits Lamb chops with sausages And delicious juicy steaks With a dash of spicy sauce Meat that comes from where? ‘Pass the bread and salad please There’s plenty for all to share.’ These beloved cuts of meat Don’t come from outer space Farmers tend to livestock And run a rural place.
They often go unnoticed By us who need not see Taking them for granted And yet this mustn’t be!
Why go it alone with agri recruitment when the experts are just a phone call away? See p 124 for Geoff's insights.
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