Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County
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About <strong>the</strong> time when I was ten or twelve<br />
We had an old red cow my fa<strong>the</strong>r called<br />
Strychnine—<br />
Because she was so poison-mean„<br />
She always knew she could outsmart a kid like me.<br />
Sometimes when I would put <strong>the</strong> stool down<br />
And sit, and place <strong>the</strong> bucket on <strong>the</strong> ground,<br />
She'd stand still, pretending to be peaceable.<br />
But when I reached to try to take her milk,<br />
She'd sidle leftward<br />
And move her rump just out <strong>of</strong> reach,<br />
Then turn her head and look at me as if to say:<br />
Don't fool around with me, you little squirt.<br />
But if I got her in a corner where she couldn't<br />
move like that<br />
She had a bag <strong>of</strong> tricks to justify her name.<br />
(That sounds a little like a pun, doesn't it?)<br />
PORTRAIT OF A POISON COW<br />
Halbert Greaves<br />
1904 Herbert Avenue<br />
Salt Lake City, UT 84108<br />
Pr<strong>of</strong>essional Division<br />
Second Place Poetry<br />
26<br />
At o<strong>the</strong>r times she made me think she'd changed<br />
her ways<br />
And look contented while I milked--for about a<br />
minute,<br />
Just long enough for her to calculate<br />
The length <strong>of</strong> her tail and <strong>the</strong> distance to my head,<br />
Then, with <strong>the</strong> speed <strong>of</strong> an arrow" and <strong>the</strong> sting<br />
<strong>of</strong> a whip,<br />
She'd wrap that tail around my face.„<br />
It hurt. She would savor her success<br />
And glare at me again, triumphantly, maliciously,<br />
joyfully.<br />
Now and <strong>the</strong>n she'd let me milk just fine,<br />
Almost down to stripping time;<br />
But when I began to think I had her tamed,<br />
She'd snap her right leg up<br />
And fast as a hummingbird slap it down again<br />
And kick <strong>the</strong> bucket--near <strong>the</strong> top, inside.<br />
And splatter milk all over me.<br />
My fa<strong>the</strong>r had a flair for naming cows."-