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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Cows

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2626 reads)
I love to watch my seven cows...

I love to watch my seven cows
In meads of buttercups abrowse,
        With guilded knees;
But even more I love to see
Them chew the cud so tranquilly
        In twilight ease.

Each is the image of content
From fragrant hours in clover spent,
        'Mid leaf and bud;
As up and down without a pause
Mechanically move their jaws
        To chew the cud.

Friend, there's a hope for me and you:
Let us resolve to chew and chew
        With molars strong;
The man who learns to masticate
With patience may control his fate,
        His life prolong.

In salivation is salvation:
So if some silly little nation
        Should bathe in blood,
Let's take a lesson from the cow,
And learn in life's long gloaming how
        To chew the cud.

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