In The Morning While I Sleep She Drink's A Glass Of Milk Poem by James McLain

She drink's it in morning's dew,
A quiet beast one eye so blue.
With steady hands, works both sides,
It reward's her with a drop so clear.

His body's warm, her breath is slow,
As sunlight paints the fields aglow.
She grips his tree so firm and tight,
But not too hard, a gentle fight.

The rhythm starts, a pull, a press,
And soon the milk begins to flow.
A gush, a stream, it flows so free,
Tis liquid gold for you I see.

Up and down, the dance repeats,
'Til hands are full her hunger gone.
She skins it back, the work is done,
The milk now flows, the morning sun.