Cow Poem

Cow Poem

I used to feed the cows.

I can still remember the smell

of the molasses in the feed and

the way the feed was warm


and the way the cows were always there for it.

Rounding the cows up in the field

is memory itself.

What is your call to get a cow to move?

Mine was he-ah

get up there cow


spoken loudly and with authority for

you are not speaking to


Rounding the cows up for feeding.

One of the memories of a farm boy,.

Like following behind a plow

or swimming in the

blue hole.

All creeks have a blue hole.

All farmboys round the cows

follow the plow

and wander




david michael jackson