15 January 2007

Carol Peters

[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]


Ireland is green
and patterned with cows —
milk and beef,
handled and brindled.

Behind the cows
stand churners,
bottlers, stunners,
butchers, chefs.

I admire, I adore the cows.
A lady from Wisconsin complains,
"Why does she keep on saying cow?
She’s not a child."

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  1. As a poet, and an avid reader, I have to say that I very much enjoyed my leisurely stroll through your blog...it was time well spent; entertaining and enlightening. I invite you to visit my own, should you care to.

  2. ah, made yours and yours alone.
    wonderful poem