Best Dairy Cow Poems
Time and Change
There's an old abandoned farmhouse I passed the other day,
With broken down old stockyards and a shed of rotting hay.
Thistles growing cornfield high among the citrus trees.
The fowl run all but fallen down with grass up past your knees.
Horses grazing by the house, bring a nostalgic smile.
This farm once loved and cared for, made someones life worthwhile.
A blue wren flits from twig to twig, and along the veranda rail.
The pensioned off old dairy cow, will never again see a bail.
The mailbox a yellow rusty fridge, standing by the road.
A fence of wooden posts and wire that no longer take the load.
With busted gate on rusted hinges, a windmill with missing sails.
And there a tank and water trough, with split and broken rails.
Now that old abandoned farmhouse, will one day turn to dust.
Becoming part of all around, in change we place our trust.
If daily grind wears you down and you think you’ve had enough.
Remember change is constant and to fight it makes it tough.
Hard times we know will take a toll and slap one in the face.
Then nature sends a caring hand to keep us in the race.
The rain will green the fields, clear the air and turn the dirt to mud.
Give that pensioned off old dairy cow a fresh and tasty cud.
The shadows in the afternoon stretch across this little glade.
As the sparkling sunlit brook, disappears into the shade.
And I wonder if one will see in a hundred years from now,
There'll be another farmhouse, another horse and dairy cow.
Or crowded streets and buildings with people rushing to and fro
Concerned with things to do today, and worry about to-morrow
Whatever will become of it one thing is for sure,
Time moves on and brings the change, that's what time is for.
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Categories:
dairy cow, farm, rain, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Mrs. Fallicker
a Gurnsey dairy cow
chewing her gum cud,
laughing
moo laughs
about Bobbi
the first child in our class
to eat paste.
I walk amongst them
with my eager thoughts
tracing J's in dust jackets
with my pinky finger
eating letters,
A's like dry cheerios.
The gloss
of library book pages
thick with the musky smell of
forest floor
moss.
This school is foreign.
Categories:
dairy cow, childhood, introspection, life, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
You ask her she said, giving me a bit of a poke.
I don’t even know her name I said to this brazen folk.
She might not even know the stranger said to me.
She is not red Angus, I said, I think she might be dairy.
The cow was lounging on a bench painted Iowa barn red.
She gave me a look that I could not decipher in my head.
A huge yawn came out of her mouth, and she flicked away a bee.
You are right, she said, I am bovine, a cow, female and truly dairy.
Categories:
dairy cow, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Hercules did not come along for years
Howling of an Olympian beagle
So nightly Prometheus had his fears
Daily arrival of dreaded eagle
Zeus was enraged that man now had fire
Prometheus knew he would pay the price
Consequences were daily and dire
Having your liver eaten is not nice
He gave them the skills of metalwork too!
Prometheus had really done it now.
Angry Zeus now did not know what to do.
Should he have him eaten by dairy cow?
The trickster did us a favor of course.
How else could we now shoe our happy horse?
Categories:
dairy cow, mythology,
Form:
Sonnet
The old man has a breeding pair of emus now,
to go with the pig, the chickens and the ducks,
three sheep, a goat (all edible), a dairy cow,
a livestock trailer and two rusty pickup trucks.
Quite the country gentleman, since he’s left
the city’s worries far behind. Two big hounds
on chains protect his property from theft.
He’s got a six-foot fence around the grounds.
He talks of self-reliance, and he’s got a gun,
a hatchet, and a boning knife. The emus will
hatch baby emus, and be eaten; and the sheep,
the pig, each to its fated purpose under Sun.
It’s simply home economy, not sport, to kill.
He’ll clear the table and go upstairs to sleep.
Categories:
dairy cow, life, people, social,
Form:
Sonnet
Little orphaned dairy cow
White and black spots
Fed with a bottle, lovingly
Winter's hard freeze
Took you away
The rain's muddy puddle
Frooze you solid
With no mama to guide you away from the danger.
For the orphans in Haiti, and USA and every where,
May God bless you with loving parents...Prayers!!
True story--happened to my sister's calf-so sad.
Go to www.myturnnow.org and see children right here in the usa that need loving parents.
Categories:
dairy cow, caregiving, childhoodusa,
Form:
Narrative
It was a typical Kansas windy windy windy windy day
We had been warned, but the idea had swiftly gone away
For we had never lived in this flat sunflowered state before
So we did not know the wind could blow us out the door.
First our clothes all blew off the line and over the treetop.
We chased them for miles, until we simply had to stop.
Our dog blew by, and so did our cat and our dairy cow.
Kansas winds are something to watch, they are a real wow.
Categories:
dairy cow, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Fido
I took Fido out for a walk
I knew that the neighbours would talk
His ears stood up proud
His breathing was loud
And his teeth were like big lumps of chalk
I bought Fido only last week
From a bloke I met down by the creek
Although he's quite massive
He’s ever so passive
And even with cats he’s quite meek
I tied him up outside a shop
He got in a bit of a strop
He pulled on his rope
The shop couldn’t cope
And collapsed on an off duty cop
I walked Fido down past the school
Why are kids always so cruel
One dunderhead chided
‘That thing should be rided’
You can’t educate a damned fool
We called on the mother in law
He piddled all over her floor
She mopped up her Lino
Said, ‘There’s one thing I know,
A dairy cow couldn’t pee more.’
I left feeling guilty of course
Saying Fido was full of remorse
‘Fido!’ She said,
‘You’ve been misled,’
And, ‘That’s a strange name for a horse.’
Categories:
dairy cow, animal, dog, humorous, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
Two dogs named "Bow Wow" and "Pow Wow"
Chased after a young dairy cow
Her name was, "Silk"
But gave no milk
'til a Longhorn tickled a sow
Categories:
dairy cow, animal,
Form:
Limerick
Someone is watching me,
Not that I'm paranoid,
As you can see
This stalking person
scares me,
Somewhere else I'd
rather be,
Electronic bugs I
find all over,
Even hid in my
dog's butt, poor Rover!
Secret cameras, telescopes
pointed my way,
I don't know just what to say,
I've gotten some threatening notes,
The most obscene, from my poetry,
quotes,
There's a strange car that
follows me,
I wonder what they
want to see...
I'll trick them soon,
And I know how...
I'll go out, and buy,
a dairy cow,
I don't know what
good that may do,
But confuse them with
my motives, true
I'll save up all the
lumps of cow dung,
And make a flop-pie
To throw at some,
The sh_t will fly,
And yes, oh my....
I hope I hit them,
in the eye.
Categories:
dairy cow, adventure, funny, mystery, pets,
Form:
Burlesque
Holly did not communicate with people in a social way.
They interested her in almost no capacity, but cows fascinated her.
She decorated her room with cows, and she studied all their breeds.
This is how her parents learned to communicate with her.
Is this a dairy cow? Holly would scoff at their questions.
That is a Charolais, she would tell them, using her monotone voice.
What color is the Black Angus? She had no tolerance for this.
She did not understand teasing or a sense of humor.
The oldest recorded cow was forty-eight, right?
You know she was, and her name was Big Bertha.
When did she die? Sepember 29th, 1993.
Holly grew up knowing all kinds of facts about cows.
She knew the difference between Belted Galloways
and Wisconsin dairy cows.
Cows have panoramic vision, she would state matter-of-factly.
They can see almost three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees.
She invented many machines that aided in milking cows.
An improved milking machine with a gentle touch.
And she invented a musical score that helped them relax to milk.
Her genius was well-known in the Midwest, she knew her cows.
Categories:
dairy cow, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative
We are in North Dakota, on Highway 94, and we spy Salem Sue
She is standing thirty-eight foot tall, and the sky is relatively blue.
We are thrilled to see her, standing there, in her dairy cow clothes.
She makes us feel optimistic, that things will get better, as everyone knows.
Fargo Theater, ninety-years on March 18th shut temporarily down.
We were disappointed to find this out. It gave us a bit of a frown.
For I had been counting on it but then I spy the badlands up ahead.
Painted in lovely beiges and pinks, they are so poetically wed.
I received a buffalo nickel at gift store, and that made me feel good too.
In North Dakota these pretty souvenirs are generously given to you.
I spy a meadowlark, and remember that this s North Dakota’s state bird.
Drive many miles without seeing another car, seems kind of absurd.
Painted Canyon in Roosevelt’s National Park cannot be missed.
A dainty wild prairie rose gives impression she has been kissed.
Buffalo and cowboys we see and we happily giddily point out.
Yes North Dakota is the place to be. So consider this my shout out.
Categories:
dairy cow, usa,
Form:
Rhyme
Irritated Steven wrote his anger triggers down.
His therapist read them, trying not to frown.
He asked his client to number them now
Number 106 was a fat dairy cow.
Number 214 was bird booby that was blue.
All together there were a thousand and two.
Everything made him mad – paper clips even.
Therapist knew he had a lifetime of work with this guy Steven.
Categories:
dairy cow, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
How many times do I start to quickly and easily reply
To a comment and realize with a humdrum of a sigh
That it has become part of a poem insisting to be let out
So I hurry to a blank page, and throw it down with a shout.
And how many times do I stare at this stuff
And wonder where it has come from, it’s sordid and gruff.
Is there a monster residing inside my pea brain?
One who will not release me until we reach the refrain.
But I am no songwriter, you protest as she takes over your head.
Hush little baby, she says. Commandeers and is bossy with pencil red.
You are irritated beyond reason, but aggressive she is in charge now.
How many of the rest of you have a muse who is a strong dairy cow?
Categories:
dairy cow, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
They came over from the barn as quickly as they heard.
They were going to be stern. I laughed and said “absurd!”
Two backed down quickly, Uncle Nick and Cousin Peter.
My grandpa backed up and away, about two centimeter.
We came to tell you to stop your wild women ways.
We want you to be your utmost self, no more carousing days.
You need to settle down like your mother and the rest of the herd.
I threw back my head, laughing. “I will never be your kind of nerd!”
They huffed and they coughed, and they glared at me hard.
They forgot for a minute I take after my Daddy, Milard.
He heard the commotion and came up to give them a word.
Stop being so bossy, he told them. Your aggression is totally absurd.
I get my love of life from my dad, and they should know that by now.
They went back to the barn in a huff. Nick kicked over a sweet dairy cow.
Why do they do this? I asked Daddy, who rolled his eyes into his head.
They are from your mother’s side, he started to say but quickly shut up instead.
For mother was standing there listening to us hard with her ears.
She was the kind of wild thing that made those three bosses always appear.
They could not control me, she said to me, after I met your dad.
So I got it from both sides. I am big, brassy, bold, beautiful and bad!
Categories:
dairy cow, animal, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme