NEW LIFE.A Poem by Terry CollettA LONDON BOY SEES A CALF BORN FOR THE FIRST TIME.You walked with Jane as you passed by the water tower she talked of the various breeds of cattle there were some for meat others for milk some for both she pointed out some cows in a field nearby and told you their breed have you ever seen a calf born? she said no you said not seen anything like that let's go to the farm I think they have a cow that is due to drop she said so you turned up the drive that led to the farm where you worked some evenings after school or at weekends she walked and talked you listened looking at her dark hair tied back with a green ribbon her dark eyes shone with sunlight you looked away at that moment watching the farm dog pass by with its one good eye (it had bitten you once and you were wary of it) a cowman was at the side of a shed clearing out has the new calf been born yet? she asked he looked at her then at you no not yet he said but should be soon want to watch then? he said gazing at you kind of grinning yes Jane said Benedict here hasn't seen a birth oh of course these Londoners haven't nought he said hang about a moment and we'll go across he said you looked at Jane she was silent looking around the farm have you seen a calf being born? you asked many times she said ever since I could stand I’ve been near cattle and sheep I know most breeds of both she added softly after a few minutes the cowman walked you both over to the cowshed over the yard and opened up the half door there she is he said waiting to drop you and Jane peered over the half door at a cow by the wall looking at you disinterestedly her tail flapping away flies shouldn't be long now the cowman said never seen a calf born then? he said to you no not yet you said don't suppose you Londoners see much of cows he said smiling no not at all in London you said he looked at Jane then at the cow which was standing still making noises then moving then standing still again I was about 5 when my old dad took me to see a calf born the cowman said all that blood and stuff near made me want to puke first time you looked at Jane her hands on the door top her eyes focused on the cow she had on blue jeans and boots and a yellowy top with small bulges of breasts there she goes the cowman said and you gazed at the cow and a head appeared as if by magic out of the rear of the cow and it hung there momentarily then it slid out and dropped to the straw filled floor covered in blood and stuff and the cow licked the calf and you watched fascinated at the new life laying there moving the cow licking the legs moving the head turning that's how it is the cowman said easy one that and you moved closer to Jane smelling her scent her warmth near you her arm next to yours what will you call it? Jane asked don't know yet the cowman said might call it Benedict if it's a bull calf and Jane if it's a heifer he smiled at you both and opened up the lower door and went in then closed it up again there you are she said now you've seen a calf born you nodded and you walked back out of the yard and up the drive let's go back to my house she said Mum'll give us tea and cake and we can tell her about the calf ok you said walking beside her sensing her nearness her hand close to yours you wanting to hold it but not doing so walking there beneath the sun's warmth and glow. © 2014 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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