XI.
bright gleam of flashlight
reflects off resting cows’ eyes
gently chewing cud
night maternity ward check
all quiet under the stars
joy of light series
28 Mar 2019 4 Comments
in haiku series, Uncategorized Tags: cows, flashlight, maternity, night, stars
yuck-a-muck
08 Oct 2018 18 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: boots, cows, farm, manure, rural
De at dVerse asked for this when she suggested a quadrille about “yuck”!
you may not be a fan-ure
because it stinks like sin
but maybe it’s called “man-ure”
‘cause men keep falling in!
if you come visit our farm
be sure to bring your boots
remember here in cow town
“bull sh__” has rural roots!
word of the day
make hay, as they say
20 May 2016 5 Comments
in classical haiku Tags: baling, cows, farmer, hay, summer
Today, Boncho’s haiku (below) inspired mine. The smell of cut alfalfa is a wonderful aroma! Another season of haying will soon begin with our first cutting here in Iowa. It’s pleasant to drive tractor for baling hay, if not too windy and dusty.
farmer works up sweat
bales hay on summer evening
to feed hungry cows
-lynn
how cool cut hay smells
when carried through the farm gate
as the sun comes up!
-Boncho
photo by lynn
Nozawa Boncho was a Japanese poet born c.1640. He spent most of his life working as a doctor in Kyoto. Boncho was one of Matsuo Bashō’s followers and wrote many famous haiku in his day. This is my response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Utabukuro.
grey dey
19 Apr 2016 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cows, fog, grey, landscape, pea soup
Taste this fog,
stir like pea soup;
thick, steamy, heady
moist air presses.
Watercolor of wet
still-life landscape,
paint no background;
grey droplets spatter.
Pickup headlights
float, pierce the misty
curtain as eery shapes
of cow ghosts appear.
what DO cows do?
09 Jul 2015 4 Comments
in poem for children Tags: cows, day, hay
what do cows do?
cows chew
cows moo
cows poo
cows munch
cows lunch
cows crunch
photos by lynn
cows hay
cows lay
cows may
all day.
going postal in deep freeze
13 Feb 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: cows, envelope, mailbox, wind, winter
clinging to mail with both hands
in the face of a whipping wind,
i trek down long gravel driveway
making heavy footprints in snow.
my body is wrapped in layers
with only squinting eyes exposed.
mitten tugs on stiff metal door;
it opens with protesting creak
to accept offering of bills paid.
i brush out powder blown in,
make a careful deposit, slam
door and set red flag upright.
mailbox swings from its chains;
wind stronger, colder at roadside.
snow-dusted cows watch
curiously as i trundle back to
farmhouse, leaving fresh tracks.
later today, i will dress again
to repeat the ritual, hoping for
a handwritten envelope hidden
between all the advertisements!
a poem in my pocket 
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