A poem by John Davies | Listen now
Poor cow.
"The fog is closing in.
I imagine every HGV in the North of England
bearing down on this section of the A684."
Nice lines!
I grew up on a dairy farm, but my father kept the herd safe and healthy on the whole, and I don't think I ever saw a dead cow in all that time (though a few weren't long for this world when they left the farm).
Thank you so much for not only writing this poem but also reading it - got me right chuckling so it did, though sorrowful for the lifeless.
Poor cow.
"The fog is closing in.
I imagine every HGV in the North of England
bearing down on this section of the A684."
Nice lines!
I grew up on a dairy farm, but my father kept the herd safe and healthy on the whole, and I don't think I ever saw a dead cow in all that time (though a few weren't long for this world when they left the farm).
Thank you so much for not only writing this poem but also reading it - got me right chuckling so it did, though sorrowful for the lifeless.