A Warm Byre
Cows gathered at gate
black dogs yapping at their heels
the milkmaid awaits
Welcome the warm byre
maid rests her head on cow’s flank
creamy milk pours forth
For my mother Gracie,
A milkmaid in her youth who always appreciated a warm byre on a cold winter morning.
Contest - A Short Poem Please.
Margaret Foster
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2011
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