Meg poem


Sometimes I’m envious of cows…

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Sometimes I’m envious of cows
In sunlit grassy worlds at ease,
With peace to ruminate or stare
For endless hours at hills and trees.

I’m sometimes jealous of the birds
Freed from earth’s gravity. To be
A lizard lazing in the sun
Seems oft the happiest life to me.

At other times I’m more content
With weals and woes of human lot.
What joys are mine enjoy’ed are.
Their pleasures please them not.

Margaret Taylor

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