The Milkmaid
The milkmaid starts her days anew
In feeding all her goats.
She spoils them gastronomically,
With freshly sprouted oats.
She lifts the bales of hay with ease,
She shows her children well,
The origin of what they eat,
As she tolls the dinner bell.
She takes the gift of mothers milk,
Adds rennet to the catch,
And strains it thru the cheesecloth
To make the final batch.
And lovingly this gift of land,
And beast is wisely shared.
The origin is quite well known,
Because the milkmaid cared.
Dedicated to Heidi, our Milkmaid
Laurie H Wells
July 6, 2010
