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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Simply Sunday~A Poem by Robert Frost


THE COW IN APPLE-TIME

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.
~ Robert Frost

3 comments:

Marion said...

Great poem. Your pigs and their windfall pears come to mind!

me said...

haha! That sounds exactly like our situation here last month! Robert knows what he was talkin about!

Deb said...

LOL Oh yeah ours LOVED our apple tree! :)