Sport 43: 2015
And the cows they are all orphans
And the cows they are all orphans
And the picture was a present
And the shore had not been broken
And the cows are not our orphans
And the photo hadn’t snapped yet
And I hadn’t seen the body
And there wasn’t time regardless
And the picture wasn’t present
And the cows they trumped the living
And the silence well it’s restful
And the pitcher wasn’t breaking
And the living cows weren’t moving
And the picture caught the paddocks
And the sun’s come up real stellar
And the dark well it’s a comfort
And the time regards us passing
And the crops how are they doing
And the most I’ll miss is you love
And the pitching sea’s a killer
And the midnight moonlight river
And the breaking call of cameras
And the picture snaps our colour
And there’s not a breath among us