Alpine Melody

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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On high, an Alpine pasture,

Golden with the sun;

A herd of cattle grazing out

As morning has begun.

Some chewing and some mooing

And rolling in the grass;

Some to-ing, fro-ing, dancing,

Close by the mountain pass.

Higher up the peaks are snowed

But here it's yellow bright,

Sundrops showering on the ground

Contrasting with the white.

The greenness of the fertile fields

Providing bovine lunch,

The goodness in the pasturage

Sustains the happy bunch.

And if you move amongst them,

'bout this time of day

Your eyes will see, full well, the band

Your ears will hear them play.

These maestros of the cowbell

Festooned around the neck

Resounding in the gentle breeze,

Swaying as they trek.

They play their tune, so merry,

A melody to share;

An echo in the valley

Invades the yodelled air.

So, play away your cowbell song

For everyone to hear;

Play them here and there and sweetly

Play them far and near.

                ASJ