Ode To The Concrete Cows Poem by Martin Ward

I don't know if
they are still
there now,
but I keep
looking for
the Milton Keynes
concrete cows.

I saw real ones
the day before
yesterday:
they were real
enough because they
were eating hay.

The heat was baking
as I was racing
(well, running slowish)
around Caldecotte Lake
seven and a bit times
as cud was chewed mowish.

Three Marathons
on three hot days:
respectable, methinks.
But where were
the concrete cows:
in the shopping precinct?