Written by: Sidney Beck


Lovely are the meadows sweet
Clover for the cows a treat.
For me cool air!
Cattle chew around my feet
With nose wet each foot  they greet
As I lie there.
Cows don’t  tolerate the heat
Sometimes lie or take a seat  -
Near my skin bare!

Fields are full  of them  and me 
Enjoying the shade of tree.
Washed round  my face
All their noses wet   I see,
Lurking near  me, two or three.
With little grace,
I shoo them away from me:
I want all my field space free:
I offer chase.

Like a cowboy with no  horse
I’m  whooping,  yelling  of course.
They barely move.
I decide to use more force  -
Try to prickle them with gorse.
Me  Boss  - must prove!
I shout till my throat  is hoarse; 
But  cow  moves I can’t enforce.
They won’t remove !
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Written  by Sydney Peck
Entered in   David Williams's  Contest  	Virelai