Ex-smallholder and farming and countryside anorak Tracey Wathen-Jones sent us this poem in response to the current dairy crisis and we thought it provided the perfect opportunity to run a creative competition to encourage budding poets, farmers, foodie’s or anyone with an interest to have a go and send in your own – local Raw Milk dairy farmer Steve Hook (AKA The Moo Man – pictured above) has kindly agreed to judge the poems and the winning entry will receive an amazing Indie Farmer Tee.
Please send you entries to firstname.lastname@example.org by next Tuesday the 3rd of Feb.
Here’s Tracy’s effort – can you do any better?
A Dairy Tale Ending Poem
Milk cheaper than water,
how can that be?
Cows to feed,
fodder to grow.
Large herds growing ever larger,
small farms a dying breed.
The vegan’s choice is theirs,
but not for us all.
A resurgence of the micro-dairy,
gives hope for those who want to know,
there’s a fair flow of dough to where it’s meant to go!