Nature
The Cow
From The Home Book of Verse (1912)
Nature
Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
Every day, and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat,
They will make it very sweet.
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.
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MLA
Taylor, Ann. “The Cow.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/taylor_a/1/.
Chicago
Taylor, Ann. “The Cow.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/taylor_a/1/.
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