C Micheal James Dennis

Here you will find the Poem Our Cow of poet C Micheal James Dennis

Our Cow

Down by the slipralls stands our cow
 Chewing, chewing, chewing,
She does not care what folks out there
 In the great, big world are doing.
She sees the small cloud-shadows pass
 And green grass shining under.
If she does think, what does she think
 About it all, I wonder?

She sees the swallows skimming by
 Above the sweet young clover,
The light reeds swaying in the wind
 And tall trees bending over.
Far down the track she hears the crack
 of bullock-whips, and raving
Of angry men where, in the sun,
 Her fellow-beasts are slaving.

Girls, we are told, can scratch and scold,
 And boys will fight and wrangle,
And big, grown men, just now and then,
 Fret o'er some fingle-fangle,
Vexing the earth with grief or mirth,
 Longing, rejoicing, rueing -
But by the slipralls stands our cow,