milk churn

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 farmer´s rough voice asked what I was doing sleeping
a summer´s day away.