Our Cow
Down by the slipralls stands our cow Chewing, chewing, chewing,
She does not care what folks out there In the great, big world are doing.
She sees the small cloud-shadows pass And green grass shining under.
If she does think, what does she think About it all,
I wonder?
She sees the swallows skimming by Above the sweet young clover,
The light reeds swaying in the wind And tall trees bending over.
Far down the track she hears the crack of bullock-whips, and
Of angry men where, in the sun, Her fellow-beasts are slaving.
Girls, we are told, can scratch and scold, And boys will fight and wrangle,
And big, grown men, just now and then, Fret o'er some fingle-fangle,
Vexing the earth with grief or mirth, Longing, rejoicing, rueing -But by the slipralls stands our cow, Chewing.
C J Dennis
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