“Dwight time to get up”
Five forty-five comes early
When cows must be milked
Just five more minutes…
Cowbells tinkle down the lane
Must get to the barn
Cows find their own stall
We hug their necks to chain them
Now it’s milking time
Milkers pump milk flows
Pipeline to bulk storage tank
White gold for farmers
Twenty-six cows fed
and milked time for our breakfast
Fried eggs (fried) cornmeal mush
Same routine each day
Morning and evening chores done
Sleep comes easily
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Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Frank Tassone asked us to write a poem using haiku in sequence. I decided to do a snippet of farm life. When I turned thirteen, it started working summers on my Uncle Fred’s farm in central Pennsylvania. He had a dairy farm with around 26 cows that had to be milked morning and evening every day, three hundred and sixty five days a year! Morning always came too soon for me. My Aunt Dorothy would call up the stair steps and tell me it was time to get up. This is my poem about getting up and getting to the barn each morning. Some of my best memories come from working there.
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