A poem that is rather rediculous

The Day of Cows... 

a poem by Rahel Leingang 

This poem was definitely inspired by the many, many cows that I saw on the drive from Colorado Springs to Libby, MT, in December. Those crazy cows did all sorts of things as we passed, and it was rather entertaining. In the first two stanzas are cows that I truly did see, doing things precisely as I have recorded in this poem.... ( I did NOT take any of these photo's... wish i did!) Oh and please read the P.S.!!

Beside the road

as I pulled my load,

of cabbages, one day,

Saw I, a crop,

Where the fences had dropped, 

And the cows roamed about it the hay.

They listlessly strolled

And arrogantly rolled

Their sticky tongues through the grass. 

And with contented noses

They smiled, I supposes

As if they knew, 

full well

of their trespass.

Now farther along I hastily go,

And chance another field behold,

Whose fence is well intact. 

But as I venture near,

I see a bossy steer,

Who corners his cows near the hay stacks.

Closer to town,

I tug my cart

Wheels squeaking all the way.

But before I arrive

I see cowmen on the drive,

toward the butcher-house with their herd, today. 

"Now, how odd," me thinks,

"All these cows that I've seen.

Some straying,

Others preying,

And some that are gathered for beef that is lean."

I pull my load,

Of cabbages grown,

In my garden, home-sweet-home,

Towards the square,

Where there shall be a fair,

For jellies to sell and livestock shown.

Hats and curls and ribbons and scarves,

And horses tall,

And automobile cars

And shouts, I hear, and good smelling smells

Things, at the fair, which always dwell.

But one thing more that I behold

as the very last cabbages I have sold,

Here come some MORE cows,

wearing ribbons of red and blue and purple and gold... 

So fancy, were they,

In coats of brown and black.

Earrings or broaches, they might have displayed,

Or perfume of cost, or belts of brass.

Now along the road,

Do I slowly go,

With a much less heavy load to tow.

And I pass a man,

Returning to his land

Driving humble oxen with their large wagon load.

One might name this day "The Day of Cows"
Or write it down to later arouse.
Perhaps I'll make it a little poem,
And picture frame it in my home,
That I may always remember it as I go...


...Remember The Day Of Cows..."





And let us not forget Jerusalem!

--Rahel--


PS: for those of you who need boundaries in life because without them you will run and jump and trample all over the place, READ THIS POEM! 

For those of you who bully others, and act like a king or queen, and rule the world like a bossy steer, 
READ THIS POEM!

For those of you who lead others astray, and guide a blind man to a pit, whether knowingly or not, 
READ THIS POEM! 


For those of you who are filled with vanity, and decorate yourself with ornaments, or brush your hair until it shines like grease on metal, and care a little too much about that face in the mirror,
READ THIS POEM!!

Many thanks to those of you who work hard in life, live to the fullest, act with humility and simply do what you know you were created to do...

IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU THAT I WROTE THIS POEM!!!