Peace at Last
by Kathy Taylor
To this place so dark and cold
I heard them say my days are over
Now I feel so all alone.
But I see no one I know
I wonder why they left me here
So far away from home.
I just don’t understand
Why I never heard kind words of thanks
Or the gentleness of a hand.
In the pen right next to me
And when I peered between the boards
A mother cow I did see.
And why do you look so sad?
Could it be your master has left you too?
Did you do something bad?”
And said, “No, I’ve been good.
My master says now I’m too old
To give milk like I should.
Oh, a beautiful baby, you’d agree
And each year they’d take my baby away
The babies that meant the world to me.
And I must go away
To where I’ll be a calf again
To run and jump and play.
I hope your end comes fast.
Just close your eyes and think of me
And you’ll find peace at last.”
And cried her silent tears.
And I was left alone again
With nothing but my fears.
With a sneer upon his face.
He looked at me and then he said,
“Gawd, are you a disgrace!”
And a cross upon your back.
The things that I admire in a horse
Are all the things you lack.”
And they always made me sad.
I’d often felt the sting of a whip
Since the time I was a lad.
There were people everywhere.
And when they saw me standing there
They just looked at me and stared.
And making fun of my long ears.
They were laughing so hard at me
That they didn’t see my tears.
But it only made them laugh more.
And that’s when a man hollered “SOLD”
And I was led out another door.
With my head hanging down so low
I heard the door to my pen open up
And I knew it was time to go.
Against what was to come
I felt a kind hand upon my face
But where could this be coming from?
A little girl smiling bright.
She wrapped her arms around my neck
And held me oh so tight!
With my little friend.
We go for walks in the hills
And my heart is on the mend.
And tells me so each day.
I think she knows just how I feel
When I greet her with a bray!