Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Marcie Atkins for Roundup.
A bit of a rough week here in LathamLand, traveling to help my mom through round of chemo, only to have those plans foiled by covid—which has delayed her treatment until next week. In the meantime a series of other unfortunate events, but nothing that can't be overcome. Thanks for your prayers and well wishes...my mom is a trooper!
I decided to write about cows, because my mom LOVES cows. She has a long history with them, not the least of which was her 4-H Grand Champion dairy cow, Penny.
|Mary Hedden (16) & Penny|
The art I found invites imagination, so I was able to bring in some thoughts/ideas/imaginings I've had lately about the word "someday."
cows will be red or yellow
we'll fill our pails with orange milk
escape the swelter, take shelter in a barn
where cool dirt curls between our toes—
remember brown cows, sweet milk?
our together-breath will purple the air
such joy a secret delicious thing
in the land of what may or may not be