Tag Archives: #Cows

Where be they?

Where be the cows?

Where be they?

“In a field full of gulls,

with too much to say,

is there no room

for a grass-chewing herd?”

I ask the gulls,

“Nothing to do with us.” they say.

A quiet Sunday morning walk

A quiet Sunday morning walk,

with just the sound of flittering birds,

as the dogs and I traverse the country lanes.

Further on, the cry of new-born lambs

from a field, a distance away,

that is dotted with many off-white clouds of fleece.

Other fields have grazing cows,

quieter in their ruminations,

while yet others are carpeted with growing crops of an unknown type.

Two horses freely digest their findings,

conversing sparingly with their neighbours, another herd of grazing cows.

I tip my hat to the morning,

and offer thanks

Sheep that go ‘beep!’ in the night

When counting sheep,

whilst attempting sleep,

do any go ‘beep!’?

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And, if instead, you imagine cows,

do any sing arias, juggle,

take bows?

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Horses, I find,

can leap-frog your mind,

and you have no choice to choose,

when all you want is a snooze.

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And if you imagine these things,

leap-frogging horses,

juggling cows, beeping sheep,

then I’m not at all surprised

that you can’t get to sleep.

In the distance

In the distance

I can see black and white cows

crossing the green and brown fields,

their destinations unknown to me.

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In the sky

gulls and crows and various birds

are passing from one horizon to another

their destinations also unknown to me.

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Close by

in the hedgerows

tiny feathered friends tweet their messages

of information unknown to me.

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I stand here and all this circles around me.

I sing to the cows

I sing to the cows

(Please do try singing to your local cows, horses, goats, pigs, llamas, etceteras, etc.)

I sing to the cows,

they don’t mock me, and say,

“Have you ever tried rhyming,

or miming away’;

then they thank me for singing,

‘Please have a nice day,ay,ay.’

And I say,

‘How now, brown cow,

how are you today?

You munch on the grass,

time does pass,

and then you’ll move away.

How now, black and white cow,

how are things with you?

Is it a day

for sitting down,

there on the morning dew?

I sing to the cows,

they don’t mock me, and say,

“Have you ever tried rhyming,

or miming away’;

then they thank me for singing,

‘Please have a nice day,ay,ay.’

Wise Words?

Wise Words?

I was driving along

in my auto-mobile

when I did see

sheep on a hill.

And when I come back

in my auto-mobile,

having been to town,

if they haven’t gone

they will be there still.

Life = Flux

Well, when I say full…

My life is in flux;

I’m wearing a tux

in a field full of ducks

that look like cows.

Cows – an appraisal.

Over there, upon the hill,

are some cows;

if they cared to look over here,

they might see me;

but, cows are renowned for being short-sighted,

and never saving for the future.

The Cows on the Heath

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Pictures by me – G:)

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The cows on the Heath were mooing and lowing
Then they were quiet as mice as the grass they began mowing.
And here a few words of warning:
Please don’t try to feed a cow
Forestry Laws do not ‘that’ allow
And don’t stand behind a cow as it is chewing
Or you might be splashed by a cow who’s looing.