Her eyes is like two holes
    in a blanket burnt through.
    Her brows in a morning
    would spyen* a young cow.
    And when I hear her shouting
    "Will you buy any clay ?"
    Like a candyman's trumpet,
    it steals my heart away.

               
*   "spyen" - dry up a cow's milk.

There is a "cow link" in the verse above.
Also the book Cushie Butterfield as I put in the second post.
Skipy