The first permanent settlers came to these Islands over one hundred and fifty years ago. These people were to settle the land with their livestock most of these families came from Scotland and were from farming families so the name farmers was adopted. They lived very remote and hard lives working very long hours with Little more than a horse and cart to haul their equipment. Since their arrival on the Falkland Islands farmers have played a very important part in making these Islands what they are today. It was these early settlers that would be the pioneers of the town of Stanley and their generations that followed continues to shape their own future today. Farmers on the Falklands are among the most hospitable people anywhere on this earth and they are envied for the beautiful wild life that thrives on their land. You will be made very welcome in their homes. Farmers are very clever and know how to do most every task that comes their way. This way of life has been passed down from one generation to another since they first settled here. Many people in the town envy the skills of the farmer and it has caused a divide between them. They have faced many difficult economic times but always seem to manage to find ways to get through them. They are very resourceful and can turn their hands to many different things. They are often referred to as jacks of all trades and masters of none but none the less they are very capable of survival in the harshest of conditions. The Farmer Wrinkled and haggard tatty and worn. With skin all sun burned and brown. They live on the farms most of their lives And seldom go near the town,. They get up with the hens at the crack of dawn While most other folk are still in their bed. They milk their cows and feed their sheep While the wives makes sure they are fed. The sheep are all shorn and wool pressed up tight In two hundred kilogram packs. The reason they do this is so they get paid From the wool that comes of the sheep’s backs. Lamb marking is something they all have to do and includes quite a few extra men. The ewes and lambs gathered from out in the camp And they shut them all up in a pen. Lambs are parted from ewes through a small drafting gate By a man at the end of the race. There soon tagging lambs ears and chopping of tails Getting blood all over their face. They used to ride horses in the years that’s gone by But now all that seems a bit odd Gasoline cowboys that’s what they are called With dogs on the back of their quad. They used to have Ceilidhs most every week end And to a neighbours place you would go. But now that’s all gone with the changes of time Because TV is now your own show. Young people are drifting from camp to the town Where big money is easily made. While the old timers sit back in their old rocking chairs Where their memories are beginning to fade.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 18:50:38 +0000
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