milk churns

Milk Churns

 Two milk churns standing on the ramp waiting to be picked up.

I sit trying to remember a summer of dust, milk and the smell

of the wood ramp, the aroma of fresh milk the gritted road and

The grazing cattle we had robbed of milk. The smell of the land

that was fertilized by the residue of man and beast.

Now, so many years later, they are rediscovering this type of soil

enrichment again. In my childhood it was a common occurrence.

I wonder if the green middle class party is willing to take up this

practise I saw the milk truck coming down the road throwing up

dust, it seemed to take forever and in the shimmering it floated on

top of the road´s pale surface. Gruff voices, they gave me a piece

of paper and I was left with two churns to take back to the farm

 only I didn´t I fell asleep dreaming on a life in the future only awoke

when the famer´s rough voice asked what I was doing sleeping

a summer´s day away.