The Fastest Milk Man, He Is the Best

Cows Milking Haiku

Cows rise with the day

Warm breath in the waking yard

Pails fill, day begins.

🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄

The Fastest Milk Man, He Is the Best

The fastest milk man, he is the best,

With cheeks like summer loaves at rest.

He walks the lanes at break of day,

While quiet streets in silver lay.

His boots ring firm on cobbled stone,

A steady rhythm, deep and known.

The bottles chime within their crate,

Like gentle bells at every gate.

He hums a tune beneath his breath,

Of cows and fields and honest sweat.

His cart rolls slow, yet proud and wide,

With morning’s harvest at his side.

Children watch from window light,

Their laughter warm against the white.

He tips his cap with rosy grin,

And sets the shining bottles in.

Some mock his size, his rounded frame,

But none can match his faithful aim.

Through rain that falls and winds that press,

He brings his gift in steadiness.

For in his stride there lives a grace,

A kindness settled in his face.

The fastest milk man, strong and blessed,

Feeds every home, and is the best.