Tended.
In fast- dying moments dusk crept
from haziness making the sky's
veils into buttery bands
as end-of-day yellowness swept
over farmstead horizon.
Cows in low meadow dun-dappled
by shadows, chewing last cud,
trundled along, milk-laden
as pail-in-hand maiden tackled
trudge to creamy arrival.
Captured the answer to mood
of languor that follows slow
plod of satisfied hoofsteps
when night casts welcome hood
over tended assignments.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Ah the rustic idyll - so well captured here.
Rustic maybe but still gong on here - - time seems to have stood stiller than we imagine...........glad you felt I had captured a bit of it dear friend.
Your words read more atmospheric and even prettier than the image you have used to accompany them..
delightful is an oft abused and misused term, but this truly is delightful... Neville
Your chosen word honours my work and thank you for the encouragement Neville - such tending still happens in the tiny out of the way small holdings and I tried to describe the dedication even a milk-maid shows............. thanking you kindly and true............... Fay
we used to have a small holding.. out of the way and really quite beautiful in a ragged and real kinda way... we mainly kept pigs n chickens ...... it was hard work and not for the faint hearted...... would have loved a couple of goats and a cow tho.....
A lovely write and country scene Fay.
Many thanks Orchi - time seems to stand still at these little farms where family is drawn into all the tending needed..........
Bah gum lass tha's dun it agin... boil kettle an put pot on t'ob for i's avvin steel bath down afore t'fire forra reet good scrubbin.
Peace at the end of the day for hard working farm folk who lived and worked by the available light of the seasons.
Oh -ha ha - - what a rustic accent thou hast lad........... yes the steel bath is still in front of some hearths and soaking off muck before a good scrubbin.............. Cornwall moves not with the times me hearty......... at least in some of these out-of-way holdings........ loved every bit of your discerning comment..... and thank you lots......... Fay
What a superb descriptive piece. Loved it thank you
My humble thanks and so pleased you enjoyed the read friend.
GOOD EVENING FAY (BRIAN HERE) Thanks for caring ! We love your *Tone Poems* they are always a perfect compliment to the Picture ! I copied the picture & poem and used it today (hope thats OK !) - together with my own - at our last Pensioners Lunch & Poetry reading til September ! They loved the nostalgia !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours BRIAN & ANGELA
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My delight and pleasure when you find use for my poems and am honoured you chose this one for it is a tribute to all the daughters of small holders who still do their fair share of animal husbandry.............. so glad your Pensioners liked the nostalgia................ hugs to you two....... Fay
Beautiful Fay, that sight came into my mind.
In some places they have bells as collars to let us know if they have wandered off, otherwise very docile and hardly needing prodding to feed. A very lack-a-daisical activity, till the end of day, and then a lot of tending indeed.
A lovely poem on a lovely subject
Huge thank you for your perceptive input to the tending needed for cows in milk - a daily job whatever the weather and love the idea of bells as collars Suresh -
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