By Jackson G.

Cows walk through the morning's haze
See a patch of grass and graze
The farmers walk out of the barn with pride
Cows and people side by side

The cows moo and chew on grass
Thinking and thinking while birds pass
Thinking about what they would do
Without all of you, yes, you
And the farmers of Vermont, too

The farmers have their thoughts as well
Thinking and thinking of just how swell
Milking cows deep sound so mellow
Humming, mooing, like a cello

Humans and cows
Depend on each other
Like a baby and its mother

Got Milk?

By Cierra F.

The rooster calls as the sun rises
Its shining rays foretelling many surprises
Impatient cows' moos echoing from the barn
Bring me out of my sleep and back to the farm

The harsh tang of manure tickles my nose
As I watch dad and grandpa toil from my window
Milking fresh cows in the early morning; stacking hay bales in late afternoon
It's lots of labor on the dairy farm, but there's always more work to do

Filling the tin troughs with forage every now and then
Hoeing in the fields all day; driving the tractor whenever I can
Humming a tune as I gently milk all the cows
Occasionally squirting it into the barn cats' mouths

Just by glancing at the cattle, I can tell who is who
But some need to look at the ear tags – for they just don't have a clue
A herd of Holsteins, Guernsey, Jerseys, and bovines of every kind
All chewing their cud in the pasture; mulling around; biding their time

Dairy farm life is quite hard, and a real pain in the rear
Especially paying for, handling, and caring for all that is here
But without any chores all day and night, I wouldn't have a life
The hard work really pays off for that glorious taste off the butter knife

Ode to Glorious Milk

By Sadie D.

Creamy, white, splashing into my pail,
Warm, gushing from the wet udders of the cow,
You stream forward,
Like a river flooding its banks.
Warm when raw, cold when bought, like a cool rain on a hot spring day.
The glug of the bottle as you pour into my glass,
The smell, reminds me of the farm where you came from, rough and natural.
Perfectly white, like a pristine cloud,
You mesmerize my eyes as I take a sip.
You slip down my throat as if you were made of satin,
You satisfy my hunger as if you were a banquet for a starving man,
I cannot get enough, I will always crave you.
A luxury for some, a commodity for others,
You tantalize the human race with your unique taste.
We use you in so many ways,
For butter, cream, you are the foundation.
Even the lowest of animals cannot go without you,
Like the rarest of diamonds,
Like liquid gold,
You are as valuable to me.