Coming Home
TINKLE, tinkle! A bell I hear,
Ringing softly and drawing near;
'T is that gentle cow returning home
From the pasture lands where she likes to roam.
There she feeds on the grasses fresh and sweet,
And drinks from the pond where the streamlets meet,
And strolls at noon under shady trees,
Catching a cooler breath in the breeze.
Tinkle, tinkle! Her bell rings out,
While all day long she wanders about;
But when the sun is low in the west,
She is glad to come back to the barn and rest.
H. A. N. Hatheway.