Farm Scene Poem by Ernest G Moll

Farm Scene

Rating: 3.4


They come each morning to the gate,
are milked and wander off to feed;
six cows, a calf and in the lead
a brindled bull, old, fat sedate.

And every evening they are back,
loafing along the quarter-mile
of dusty lane in single file,
the old bull trailing up the track.

I would not load with thought that brings
meanings deep-conjured in the mind
this quiet scene-but here I find
the rhythm of eternal things.

And envy him who takes his pail
jingling to met them at the gate;
sun-up, sun-down, that constant date
which neither he nor they will fail.

I envy him whose life allows
him the cool blessedness; to stand
and simply watch the coming and
later the going of the cows.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
dave TREVOR 21 December 2018

fitting poems from the owner of Jack Daniels and Southern Comfort

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Terry Craddock 21 August 2014

Milking in New Zealand is more work less idyllic than this classic pastoral piece, the price of industrialized farming techniques; but the imagery beauty of this well crafted poem is so restive and appalling it makes the lips smile and eyes laugh 10+

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Terry Craddock 21 August 2014

Milking in New Zealand is more work less idyllic than this classic pastoral piece, the price of industrialized farming techniques; but the imagery beauty of this well crafted poem is so restive and appalling it makes the lips smile and eyes laugh 10+

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very idyllic pastoral poem i too love the rhythm of eternal things and peace of nature found in a farm..

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* Sunprincess * 21 August 2014

........~ the rhythm of eternal things. ~.....very nice...

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Ernest G Moll

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Murtoa / Victoria / Australia
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