Bull Daunted
I climbed a fence to pick a flower,
Then stopped to look around.
It took me 'most a quarter hour
To pick the flowers that I found.
Oh, lovely sunlit daisy shells,
Oh, look! what are those sky blue bells?
Another and another there.
I'll pick them all; no one will care
For this is only pasture land
And, oh, the flowers are so grand.
It's only pasture land, ah, yes,
And over there, there is a... A cow I think.
Or could it be...? I'll have to guess.
What if it were...?
A bull! I sink
Down to the ground so I can tell;
I see his horns; he has no bell.
He turns his head to look my way;
The fence is, oh... so far away.
I've heard it said,
'You must not run.'
If I call out, would someone come?
A cow or bull?
How does one know?
He turns around; his head is down.
I've also heard that it will show
If he should start to paw the ground.
He takes a step;
He's going to come!
I've got to run; my legs are numb!
Is it too late?
I cannot wait!
Somewhere there's got to be a gate.
What shall I do;
What shall I do?
'He' stretched 'his' neck and then said,
'Moo-oo'
loved it... I was there! had the pleasure of growing up in the country during summers... lesson learned, stay on other side of the barbed wire fence!
Suspenseful to the very end. My favorite line I've got to run; my legs are numb!
I love this poem, especially as I've had my own scary encounters with cows and bulls. You've inspired me again, thank you, thank you.
A very fine poem, Adeline, and particularly interesting to me as I had a similarly terrifying experience crossing a field one day! I never did find out the gender of that beast.
Such an exciting read! I've only come in contact with bulls from the other side of the fence luckily lol. This should be featured! ~Nika
Yes I love this poem and I too grew up in the country and had the experience many times as a child, it brought a smile to my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great poem. You had me on the edge of my seat. Some years ago, I was at a county fair in New Hampshire, and a bull got loose. You could feel the ground tremble as he ran. People were laughing about it, but I was terrified. I grew up in Chicago, where the biggest animals were stray dogs. There were no casualties, but reading your poem brought back the memory of that day.