When The Cows Come Home

 

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.

 

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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'?

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Peter Taylor

Sat 9th Mar 2019 15:17

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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