Moo
Early morning mist
ice grips the creek
rainbow lies frozen
in frost upon the grass
shivering in the wind
sweeping the meadow
where cows moo
to be milked
with breath
steaming in clouds
but in snug farmhouse
with buttered toast
and hot coffee
begging me to stay
I cry out
bugger the cows!
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lol, beautiful poem and great laugh out loud ending.
(you do a lot with rainbows i'm noticing. i'm partial to the odd rainbow myself. very nice)
At that time there were more dairy cows than people. Now it is anoher bedroom town for Manhatten. Thanks for the memories.
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Let the cattle prattle for a few minutes more.
Magi
(Sorry. Must be dinner. And did you know that Jane Smiley, author, wrote a novel by this same title?)
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