Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Milking Time Comments

Rating: 4.9

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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Ernestine Northover
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Andrew Blakemore 25 August 2008

I also like cows Ernestine and been out with a few in my time! Great poem, love Andrew x

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Peter A. Crowther 04 September 2006

This is a lovely poem with which I can specially empathize living next door to a large dairy farm!

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Duncan Wyllie 03 April 2006

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

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Emma Johnson 12 March 2006

I have examined their features and their physiognomy beams with benignity. We should thank you on their behalf for writing this beautiful rhyme. Susie.

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Herbert Nehrlich1 09 October 2005

Excellent. I love them too! I would change fluttering to flattering and buttering into battering. Nothing lost and it would improve things. Best H

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Mary Nagy 01 October 2005

We have plenty of cows here Ernestine and you're right, they're beautiful creatures. Sincerely, Mary

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Peter A. Crowther 29 September 2005

Sounds just like my next-door neighbour. His cows come across the road every night to be milked. They are such a comforting sight

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Uriah Hamilton 29 September 2005

I likewise love cows and wish no one would eat them.

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