The Cow

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The cow is in the wheat field trampling all the grain,
and now it seems so useless waiting for the rain,

As I watch her walking she breaks into a lope,
And here I am a wondering, is there any hope.

In the days ahead I'm afraid I'll lose my land,
But then come all my neighbors, giving me a hand.

The little things I'd done for them, it didn't seem a lot,
I was glad to help them, there's no way I could not.

Each one vowed at harvest, I could have a field,
And each one gave a handshake, and said their debt was sealed.

And now I look to heaven, then down to the sod,
In each face I look, I see the face of God.

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by: Veronica Warner
from: Decatur, GA, US

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