Saturday, September 26, 2020

City and Country -- a Poem for The Sunday Muse # 127

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She milked the cows;  
   he farmed the land 

She was a city girl, young 
on her first job 
They had met before in a 
neighboring town 
The girls all knew, "stay away" 
from that fast town 
She went there anyway, met 
her future man 

Married, this city girl young 
cried the first night 
Not accustomed to farm life 
there by themselves 
Barely knew a pig from a horse  
she'd learn a lot 
Husband was beside himself 
gave her a calf 

The calf wasn't like her cat 
it stayed apart 
Never sat in her lap but 
stayed in corral 
Sort of a pet but still its 
future uncertain 
To market when it was grown 
or milking cow 

Please a milking cow begged 
this city girl 
Keep it they did, calved and milked 
called her Blackie 
Blackie still her pet corralled 
with other cows 
Knew her name leader became 
"Queen of the cows" 

Blackie loved this city girl 
she loved her cow 
A country girl became, they  
love their pet cows 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn with The Sunday Muse * 127 for the picture inspiration prompt at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/09/weve-got-cowsand-footnotes-muse-127.html?m=1 

 - Before I started high school I was in 4H and had a Brown Swiss calf as a project.  Dad kept the calf, soon named Brownie, as a milking cow.  She gave a lot of milk and had good feeding calves, he kept her for a long time, probably until she died of old age.  In high school, as an FFA project for my last two years each I raised a litter of pigs.  Those pigs, 8 and 9, became farmstead pets who followed us around. 

  - And my mom was a city girl before marrying Dad.   She was away in Lincoln, Nebraska, working as secretary for a state legislator.  Dad share cropped on one of his father's small farms, half of all the crops went to Grandpa until he died and Dad became its owner.  They were married for 67 years until Mom died.  She raised the chickens and took care of the egg production.  She also milked cows until I was age five and took her place.  She was Dad's helper from husking corn to slopping pigs.  When they retired they, having purchased a home in town, moved to it.
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