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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 their heels
the milkmaid awaits
welcome the warm byre
maid rests her head on cow’s flank
creamy milk pours forth
Copyright ©
Margaret Foster
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