Cows....

I love to watch my seven cows in meads of buttercups abrowse,
with gilded knees;
but even move I love to see them chew the cud so tranquilly
in twilight ease.

Each is the image of content from fragrant hours in clover spent,
mid leaf and bud;
As up and down without a pause mechanically move their jaws
to chew the cud.

Friend, there's a hope for me and you: let us resolve to chew and chew
with molars strong;
the man who learns to masticate with patience may control his fate,
his life prolong.

In salivation is salvation: so if some silly little nation
should bathe in blood,
Let's take a lesson from the cow and learn in life's long gloaming how
to chew the cud

Robert William Service