To be
is to see
what’s around me.
The sun,
the wind on my skin;
the breeze moving the trees
and drifting the bittersweet scent
of dairy cattle passed my nostrils.
They are hard at work,
making the milk products many love.
Thank you cows!
I see you.
© Sean Short 2018
A Blooming Scribe 
Thank Sean, I’ve milked a few cows . . . Thankful I’m not addicted to that.
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That’s funny I almost went on a Jeep Safari Excursion to check out the Che Guevara Mausoleum and the guy told me there was a part where we visit a farm and we get to milk cows LOL
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That could have been fun! Next time 😉
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