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Like Lillies of the Field

Like Lillies of the Field Starting from the barn the cows and calves Head almost north at an angle toward The corner of the pasture fence, And when they reach the corner post turn east To follow farther the path they've worn And likewise follow their fellows one By one by one in a nodding, plodding fashion Like giant bovine puppets jerking along Their wooden route across a spacious stage. The rutted path keeps straight ahead-- Waiting to host the morning's first washKeeps straight ahead till near a rise it curves To turn now north again across the pasture And then slope down to the creek beside York's Pike. Thus this rutted path takes cows and calves From shelter to pasture and finally to water So they need not look behind or up or down Or to the side-- need not think to breathe Not in a perfect line of course, but looping slightly left Or right like a slightly slack backyard cotton line But merely plop one cloven hoof before the next Along last year's path to roasts and steaks. -- Harry Brown Where else can one find houses that so grow out of the soil, chimneys with so much unconscious beauty http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Like Lillies of the Field

Brown, Harry,.
Appalachian Review , Volume 11 (1) – Jan 8, 1983
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Starting from the barn the cows and calves Head almost north at an angle toward The corner of the pasture fence, And when they reach the corner post turn east To follow farther the path they've worn And likewise follow their fellows one By one by one in a nodding, plodding fashion Like giant bovine puppets jerking along Their wooden route across a spacious stage. The rutted path keeps straight ahead-- Waiting to host the morning's first washKeeps straight ahead till near a rise it curves To turn now north again across the pasture And then slope down to the creek beside York's Pike. Thus this rutted path takes cows and calves From shelter to pasture and finally to water So they need not look behind or up or down Or to the side-- need not think to breathe Not in a perfect line of course, but looping slightly left Or right like a slightly slack backyard cotton line But merely plop one cloven hoof before the next Along last year's path to roasts and steaks. -- Harry Brown Where else can one find houses that so grow out of the soil, chimneys with so much unconscious beauty

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1983

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