Cowshed Poems - Poems about Cowshed

...Sri Lal A Fire Rises A fire rises in the pit of the gut— and I forget myself. At the grey langur’s door, I give up. I cut my hair, dance bare in the Bhadra rain. Who am I? I ask myself......Read the rest...

...Gravel road winds up to the gate logs from a bygone era, sturdy electrified now, to keep out ~ or perhaps to keep in ~ The cowshed, chicken coop scraggly gardens and gr......Read the rest...

...A well-water pump cranks out its iron-water crooked wire remains -- once, sturdy chicken coops The brackish, muddy area over there, the cowshed some withered trees dot the hills, bereft ......Read the rest...

...Mouthing an oath, she carried on Milking the cow in cowshed grim. She only wished she could be gone... Mouthing an oath, she carried on. Into the shed sun never shone. Now milk was spilling over......Read the rest...

... On white lines on valiant wheels I head north leaving behind the City of Sails with its humourless streets, its casino steel and glass Sky Tower built upon the rubble of a gran......Read the rest...

...Rainy Belgique I will invest in Belgium near Brussel 14% increase in two years, pine tree I think inferior with a bad reputation. They make good clogs in Belgium, I thought clogs were a Dut......Read the rest...

...From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow. <>...Read the rest...

...I hope you are watching, because you are not The type with window panes, winter sunglasses on Your naked clean eyes, watch for my sort From the heartless gains, on what I own Behind that courty......Read the rest...

...When the night rubs out the horizon and all this black has more this quality of shade and all the copsed trees cluster around sleeping f......Read the rest...

...Maids. Yesterday I saw an old fashion milk maid coming out of the cowshed she carried a pail of milk in her left arm, the grip so firm fingers used to squeezing cows long teats twice a d......Read the rest...

...A blessed evening by sin unspoiled, Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished Upon the accursed tree of Calvary, Shed by one by his own people banished. I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity At t......Read the rest...

...A blessed evening by sin unspoiled, Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished Upon the accursed tree of Calvary, Shed by one by his own people banished. I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity At t......Read the rest...

...The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era People freely bought their ticket to heaven and hell......Read the rest...