The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418   Message #3430824
Posted By: Rapparee
04-Nov-12 - 10:52 AM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
I found this poem in an old book. It truly and deeply touched me and I am sure that it will do the same for you.

A Little Milkmaid
by Anna Boynton Averill

Our little buff cow, Buttercup,
Has large eyes, dark and soft and meek;
Her horns in pretty curves come up,
Her coat is fine and sleek.

Her limbs are slender like a deer's,
Her voice is like a mellow horn;
Her tail is tufted, and her ears --
I drive her night and morn.

All day, upon the hills she loves,
You hear her bell through brake and broom;
Her heart is gentle as a dove's,
Her breath is sweet as clover-bloom.

The apples with the crumpled cheeks
The blush to dully in the tree
I pluck for her; she never speaks
Her thanks, but she believes in me.

It is so deep in summer now,
The pasture-bars are almost hid
In daisies, where I call my cow,
And listen to the katydid.

"Co, co, come up, fair Buttercup!"
I call; and soon her mellow "moo"
Across the flowers she follows up,
And we go homeward through the dew.