The Old Man and His Cows

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In a quaint village, a story is told,
Of an old man, humble and bold.
With cows as his prized possession,
He lived a life of simple expression.
Each day he'd tend to his gentle herd,
With love and care, his actions spurred.
He knew them all by name and face,
Their gentle eyes, their calm grace.
Through sunshine and rain, he'd roam,
Guiding them to pasture and home.
He'd milk them by the morning light,
With hands so weathered, yet held them tight.
His cows were his family, his heart and soul,
They brought him joy, they made him whole.
Their milk brought sustenance and delight,
To the village, morning, noon, and night.
But as years passed, his strength did wane,
His steps slowed, his back in pain.
His cows sensed his weariness, his decline,
And gathered around him, so benign.
They nuzzled him with warmth and care,
As if to say, "We're here to share.
We've given you our all, our best,
Now it's time for you to rest."
The villagers watched in awe and sigh,
As the old man bid his herd goodbye.
With tears in his eyes and a heart so full,
He thanked them for a life so beautiful.
For in his cows, he found true treasure,
A bond so pure, a lasting pleasure.
And though he walked away, his heart aglow,
He knew their love would forever grow.
So in that quaint village, a legend was made,
Of an old man and his cows, an ode to be laid.
For their story of love, so tender and rare,
Would live on, a timeless affair.