Across the fields, at close of day,
When mists fall low, and the skies are grey,
The cows with solemn slowness plod,
Homeward, through oozing, squelching sod,
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This is a lovely poem with which I can specially empathize living next door to a large dairy farm!
Dear Ernestine You have shown yet more compassion towards nature and I respect you dearly fot it.A wonderful message and great images.Love Duncan
I have examined their features and their physiognomy beams with benignity. We should thank you on their behalf for writing this beautiful rhyme. Susie.
Excellent. I love them too! I would change fluttering to flattering and buttering into battering. Nothing lost and it would improve things. Best H
We have plenty of cows here Ernestine and you're right, they're beautiful creatures. Sincerely, Mary
Sounds just like my next-door neighbour. His cows come across the road every night to be milked. They are such a comforting sight
I also like cows Ernestine and been out with a few in my time! Great poem, love Andrew x