The cows will come
at farmer's call
Into the barn
each knows her stall
Brownie comes last
she's boss of all
The pigs come too
crowding their trough
Roosters don't come
'til lights go off
I'm not a cow
pig or goat's gruff
Still I come when-
ever you call
[click on a picture to make it larger - click again for larger still]
- - - - -. - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
. - I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at The Tuesday Platform with the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden. This is an open forum time for us to post a poem of our choosing. I wrote this one especially for today's posting.
. - The animal pictures were taken at the Vauxhall City Farm, at Vauxhall, Borough of Lambeth, London, U.K. (visit it here). Oh, yes, the top picture is on of the horses coming in from giving rides all day. The cows weren't receptive to picture taking. The resting Ducks were at a canal near Northampton.
. - We took KP to the farm, she loved it. A little scared of the geese, but even some adults are afraid of that. If you visit London with young ones, take them there. Also zoo at Regent's Park is very nice. Admittance is free, both places.
Very nice poem and what a comparison!
ReplyDeleteCome to the call of the boss of all! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is such fun when one gets around with animals that don't bite! Thanks for sharing Dr Jim!
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Love this, Jim. I so miss going to the farmer's market! ♥
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm and the rhyme!
ReplyDeleteAh, the final lines make the poem!
ReplyDeleteLove how you tied it all together... wonderful
ReplyDeleteThis made me miss my uncle's dairy farm in Wisconsin. He grew all kinds of things and it was the best when I was growing up.
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