by Anon
One year in Prince Edward Isle
As a young boy
I walked in the tracks of a cow,
The distant sound of moo
Drew me near
A pastoral scene it was,
Dew on the long grass
Sun rising up
Time to milk the cows.
Air was still
Sky was blue
She slowly trodded toward me
I touched her head
Her eyes met mine
This gentle beast
Stared at me with love.
I glanced back
At the lonely bull
In the corner of the pasture
And slowly approached him
I looked him in the eye
He drew me in
I went in
I saw, I felt, I knew...
I left him there
Ran back to the farm house
And spread the word.
DON'T KILL HIM I PLEADED!
I smiled in my stomach
As I ate an honored plant,
Covered my ears that day
Covered my eyes that day.
The gentle beast showed me
I do not need his flesh
I do not need his skin
I am wiser today.
I know the facts!
I walked in a rice paddy as a young man
Followed the tracks of a Great Water Buffalo
And found again the same message
More powerful than before...
Came home to America
And spread the word.
DON'T KILL ANYMORE PLEASE I PLEADED...
In the eye of the beast you will find love not hate.
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