Monthly Archives: Jul 2020

If the heart should ripple

though love appears to dwindle

fire in the embers

Despite good intent

motives were not as they thought

flames of hope burn low

Maisie the milkmaid worked on the farm,

all day long she sat in the barn

I stood at the door as she gave those teats a pull

long and slow till her bucket was full

as she worked she got a sweaty brow

so did I wishing that I was a cow.