Rural Sunrise

Big open space rises 
like a hot air balloon 
overlooking Farmers fields 
of corn, hay and beans
On an October morning 
as cows scatter from 
their milking to find 
a good eating place 
To graze for the next few hours
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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October 7, 2023 at 2:33 PM
One of the first things my papa did was milk the cows. I'm old enough to remember they use to bring it and leave it on your door step. Agggggh!!!
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