Iowa Writes

Ode to Irish Cows

It's not the salt in the butter,
The heat of the currant scone
Or even the melted and the melting.
It's not the strawberries or sugar
Garbled in cream,
Nor rolling new potatoes --
Translucent skin, lathered and steamy.
Not whiskey in the coffee
With protestant collar.
Crumble of cheddar,
Autumn moon with bite
Isn't it either.
Not dimpled peas sinking a knob,
Nah, not knots of blackberries folded in yogurt.
It's the cows, 
Their sober, shock-eyed trundling
And genius use of Atlantic rain,
Irish grass.

About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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Gerald Wickham writes, "I am an adoptee of the state of Iowa from Ireland, and I believe in Iowa wholeheartedly."  He is associate director of internships at the Pomerantz Career Center at the University of Iowa.

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on November 25, 2006

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