Milking Time Poem by Ernestine Northover
Milking Time
Across the fields, at close of day,
When mists fall low, and the skies are grey,
The cows with solemn slowness plod,
Homeward, through oozing, squelching sod,
And into gleaming cubicles across the road,
Await the release of their 'precious' load.
Of course, they cannot have realised,
That their'contents' end up being sterilised,
Sold in plastic bottles of varying sizes,
Or in cartons on which a firm advertises
The healthy benefits of natural milk.
Which slips down the throat, as smooth as silk.
Cows are the most beautiful creatures,
Have you, at any time, studied their features,
Their huge big eyes with lashes flattering,
And lusty tails, that are constantly battering
Their rear ends, keeping the flies at bay.
My admiration for them, I would like to convey.
We tend not to notice them behind their walls,
Chained securely to their milking stalls,
Each day, producing milk to fill our fridges,
While continually being pestered by scores of midges.
Poor souls! When next time you buy your milk by the quart,
Of these charming creatures, 'Please, Please give a thought! '.
© Ernestine Northover
Sounds just like my next-door neighbour. His cows come across the road every night to be milked. They are such a comforting sight
We have plenty of cows here Ernestine and you're right, they're beautiful creatures. Sincerely, Mary
I also like cows Ernestine and been out with a few in my time! Great poem, love Andrew x
This is a lovely poem with which I can specially empathize living next door to a large dairy farm!
Dear Ernestine You have shown yet more compassion towards nature and I respect you dearly fot it.A wonderful message and great images.Love Duncan
I have examined their features and their physiognomy beams with benignity. We should thank you on their behalf for writing this beautiful rhyme. Susie.
Excellent. I love them too! I would change fluttering to flattering and buttering into battering. Nothing lost and it would improve things. Best H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I likewise love cows and wish no one would eat them.