Thursday, January 1, 2004

Farm Scene Comments

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.
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Ernest G Moll
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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

Ernest G Moll

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