Milking

• Talei Holm, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

The happy, smiling faces disappeared.
The singing stopped.
I glanced across at my sister,
With strawberry hair.
She was asleep,
Curled up into the musty smelling couch.
I looked outside, to make sure Dad was still there,
Standing next to the slowly rotated platform.
Putting the cups on the huge cows,
With bulging udders.
There was always the sound of the machines,
Busy sucking up all the milk,
And putting it in the vat,
I wondered across to the TV,
And put in my favourite tape,
You and Your ATV
Ellena moaned,
Even in her sleep, she hated it.