The sheep and beef farmer penned a letter to the Prime Minister outlining her frustration.
"To have people blaming us, saying we don't care about polluted waterways and whatever else is very, very insulting and that touches a nerve."
"It's become the norm to feel this way towards farming, and the norm needs to change," she says.
Primary Industries Minister Nathan Guy replied to Miss Kenyon's letter - he also phoned her.
He says his family owns a dairy farm, as a farmer he says he agrees with several of Miss Kenyon's points.
Mr Guy says he, too, feels a frustration and the Government is trying to tackle the divide between urban and rural sectors.
But Miss Kenyon says his reply isn't good enough.
"I've kicked a hornet's nest, turns out there are a lot of farmers out there that feel the same," the shepherd says.
Determined not to drop her case, Miss Kenyon has now turned her hand to poetry.
A line from her poem, An Ode to a Working Dog, reads: "I do my job, and I know that I cannot be replaced, when the whistle echoes around the rolling Hawke's Bay hills."
It's from the point of view of a farm dog - and comes after a social media backlash to a photo of a working dog covered in mud.
"They'd obviously been out having a good time on the farm like mine do, " she says, "and yet again there were some uneducated finger pointers who felt the need to badmouth the owner of that dog and it's all just getting a bit out of control."
Mr Guy says he takes Miss Kenyon's concerns "very seriously" and will work hard to be a strong voice for the rural sector.
An Ode to a Working Dog
By Katie Kenyon
Cold morning's fog and winds without submission,
Not the thickest of mud nor fiercest of suns will deter me from my mission,
I run,
I hunt,
I chase,
I do my job, and I know that I cannot be replaced,
When the whistle echoes around the rolling Hawke's Bay hills,
To my master I will gladly go to be patted and be still,
A steady hand and a grateful tone,
I have a job to do, and it is all my own,
Working the sheep and cattle I play my part,
This country will have food,
Because of my big heart,
And when my job is done, and down goes the sun,
To my master I will gladly come,
For a rewarding meal,
And a warm bed to lie,
I am a happy dog,
And that I cannot deny.
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