Milking Poems - Poems about Milking

Milking Time

Milking time


breaking dawn, the sun slowly rising in the east
as early morning mist evaporates, all is quiet and still
in the distance, a cow bellows.
a cottage door opens and a maid emerges.
in her hands the milking stool and pail
later she returns to the dairy

      cows gather at gate
black dogs yapping at

Milk Hewn Lives

While the milk cow hastens 
Toward a worn barn,
Gray as the edges of melancholy,
Erasing the spring, breaking through Summer
Like Sunday, wearing her best suit
Rustling on the wings of Saturday’s robins,
Starving for Monday, while her words
Still the grief that comes from knowing
The week behind her will not come
Again, peppering the wind
With grace and love,
Intense as the

The Milking Maid

In dawn's embrace, she strolls the dew-kissed fields,
Her tender touch, to morning's yield.

Silken hair, a cascade of midnight's grace,
Soft hands whispering, love’s gentle trace.

Beneath the boughs where shadows fade,
She moves with ease, the milking maid.

Her breath, a sigh in the cool, crisp air,
Her eyes, a promise, a daring dare.

Each motion, slow, deliberate, kind,
Her touch, a

milking cows

milking cows

This is an easy day
I wrote something this morning
it is hard 
to make sentences flow 
softly, like the narrow river 
where I sat transfixed for hours
doing absolutely nothing 
I saw a baby trout looking at me
swim away, it had other 
things on the mind
perhaps a juicy worm
A holler from the farm
go get the cows home they
 need milking

Milking Cow

Owning a barn was one of your wish lists
Reaping a fruit tree is not a work of an altruist.
They said blueberry jams are your favorite
Wonder if you’ll eat them at once: Savor it!

Did you collect eggs from a tired hen?
Did you rip off the sheep’s clothing in a pen?
I wonder what the old cow said

Milking It

While others give grief,
a chocolate milk cow
often stutters, and how!
In her udder relief,
she utters “ca-cow”
while producing cacao,
tells the nutters,
Ciao, ciao.
Not one to chew fat,
a crow in the know
tells her, no, it’s cocoa
but she says he’s loco,
and a raven, at that.

Milking It

A holstein was feeling forlorn
from waking alone every morn;
With udders fantastic
Of silicone plastic,
She’s grabbing the bulls by the horn.

Fake Cow-Milking News

There is quite a big ruckus on the street
Lad's milking a cow without any teats
   How does he do it?
   He stands, doesn't sit
Hey look, Mom, no hands. I'm using my feet!



   1st Prize - Rutland County Fair
           

The Milking Cow

he milking cows


cows originally had small udders after all 
they had milk for a calf and when needed could run very fast
quicker than a man.
They were hunted like we hunt elk today, until someone 
hungry tried to drink its milk and found it nourishing.
It was a eureka moment,  and we domesticated the cow.
The bigger

Milking the Cows

“Milking the situation” is from a long-ago age
“Milking the cows” from our agricultural heritage
Some phrases hang on
Though some are long gone
Some remain in our lexicon though we've turned the page

Milking Shed Line Dancers

They're moving up closer from the fields of clover. 
Dog circles around behind.
Making sure they head for the milking shed,
like they do every milking time.
Standing out of the mud, chewing their cud,
holding their heads down low -
turning up the beat on the ABC;
boot scootin' boogie comes alive on the radio.

The cows started prancing; they're all

Milking Barn

"constructing
an area to convey
the thoughts of many
sight for those
who want a world to be impressed
by the landscape of doing
they shall come and see
the sights that will make them
stand in this place and humble themselves
to the worship of people
manifested by the godman
who constructed it!"

Milking the Cow

When milking the cow,
here's a bit of advice to heed:
Don't handle her udders too roughly
Or you just might get a kick,
you ain't never gonna forget
Milk the cow right,
then drink of the 
white liquid substance of life

Ancient Art of Almond Milking

Dear friend, 

I am trying to master the ancient art of Almond Milking. It's quite difficult and my sweetie hasn't had a drink of almond milk in months. I started with cats to improve my dexterity, but they kept getting away and the little stinkers kept scratching me. The great thing about almonds is that

Milking It:

Whenever I need a muse,
I just sit in nature's lap,
And write whatever comes to me,
And hope it's not full of crap.

So far so fine I think,
As I take another drink,
From the bosom of nature's breast,
Watch me suck harder than the rest.

Sometimes I need my milk to fall,
From the skies highest of all,
As it lands all

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