577. CHAIN PLANT RECKONING

CHAIN PLANT RECKONING
We've taken the blinders off the dairyman's horse;
now it can see what it passes. No more than a simple
'clomp, clomp', its welcome noise colors the
morning. Ah! That should fix things!
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Rooster engaged, making sunlight noises.
Old barn door, on weary hinges, creaking
its song. I walk on ahead, holding a
pail filled white with foamy essence.
Morning light, morning milk - both
seem equal for me - the
wonderful sensation.
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Toil, labor and sweat.
Hay and straw, silage
and manure. It seems,
sometimes, I swear, the
pleasure of life comes from
its work. Nothing less,
nothing more.