A cowbell sounds for milking time,
a milkmaid on her three-legged stool,
remembering all the time that golden rule.
Never get behind a cows rear leg
as it could give you a nasty bump.
A jet of milk fires into the bucket
as she caresses the utter teats
with her soft hands.
Always watchful and wary
of the cows rear leg.
29 January 2008
This is really cute David, I can feel the urgency in the milkmaid wanting to get finished quickly so as not to upset the poor cow. Light humor, very nice David. melvina
People still do that....lol....I thought they had those big sucking machines now.....just kinding...It happens all the time still and it's a wonderful write to get you to think about simplicity and the quiet things in life....thanks for sharing...lil sis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully written... brought back some warm memories! Thanks!