Love Robert Frost. Enjoy the day. -kia
Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.
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Rather fond of Gelett Burgess, myself.
The Purple Cow once prompted me, while pondering word similarities one quite drunken Sunday morning, to pen my own little ditty, “The Purple Porpoise,” to wit:
— which then inspired me to paint one —
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