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Milk Churns
Milk Churns Two milk churns standing on the ramp waiting to be picked up. I sit trying to remember a summer of dust, milk and the smell of the wood ramp, the aroma of fresh milk the gritted road and The grazing cattle we had robbed of milk. The smell of the land that was fertilized by the residue of man and beast. Now, so many years later, they are rediscovering this type of soil enrichment again. In my childhood it was a common occurrence. I wonder if the green middle class party is willing to take up this practise I saw the milk truck coming down the road throwing up dust, it seemed to take forever and in the shimmering it floated on top of the road´s pale surface. Gruff voices, they gave me a piece of paper and I was left with two churns to take back to the farm only I didn´t I fell asleep dreaming on a life in the future only awoke when the farmer´s rough voice asked what I was doing sleeping a summer´s day away.
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