The Friendly Cow

I love poems by Robert Louis Stevenson. My mom used to read them to me when I was a little girl with freckles (as opposed to the big mama with freckles that I am now) and I used to memorize them for kicks. And often, living in the country as I do now, I’ll occasionally remember one of the poems I used to memorize, and am struck by how applicable they are to my rural…

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