Cows jiggle-trot
when the barn comes in sight.
Heavy hoofs mire in mud.
Mid-afternoon and dark
as a cave - cold as a glacier.
Sludge of mud sucks the farmer's boot
deep into its bosom, where it clings
with tenacious force.
Out by the barn -
one lone crocus bivouacs.
In a list
A contest entry
- Winter by AJ Morelli.
1000 points, ended January 23, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Got to love that muck sucking in your boots in the winter. Lots of extra chores come winter time - city folk know nothing about this part - nice cow - good meat. Buy it at the store!
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this is a lovely entry in the contest, thank you for entering it here...
al -
Love the jingle trot...and have had the mud suck a boot right off of my foot..lol...I can relate.
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LOVE your name! Very clever mind at work. I know that fringe personally - LOL. Thanks for the kind words on this poem! Somehow the memory of one lone crocus trying its best to peek above an unforgiving winter day has stuck in my mind. Tenancity such as that is what we all need.
Wolfie
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Beautiful imagery here I love crocus's we moved to our new house this fall and planted many bulbs for to see as spring arrives. Excellent Poem I wish you the best of luck in the contest
Cara 
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December - thank you...
WolfHeart -
some very pleasing imagery you have here.
i like the last line. like a rememberence of warmer days.
well done. good luck in this contest.
Abby
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