In evening
the cows come home
one by one
they herd up
knowing it is time
and with metronome
of their rope tails
follow the leader home
the bell sounds
their lows mellow
back to the pen
back to the barn
it is that time
they know by the sun
where they need to be
the cows come home
by instinct
by memory
because they
like men
want to be home by evening.
I really enjoyed reading this poem. It moves, comfortably and satisfyingly, at the pace at which the cows are moving, the time of which (I imagine) will vary a little day by day but which is unmistakebly the time that belongs to them. Everybody may attend and watch but they must defer to the herd and learn to walk more slowly than slowly, languorously, mesmerisingly,
Really good read, thanks.
Peter T
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Don Matthews
Sat 9th Mar 2019 22:17
True to my form
One line I don't follow
(good poem dk though)
What is 'the lows mellow'?