The friendly cow all red and white,
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She wanders lowing here and there,
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And blown by all the winds that pass
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Robert Louis Stevenson

The friendly cow all red and white,

run away to save her hide.

She wanders lowing here and there,

looking for a farmer who’ll take care.

And blown by all the winds that pass

are her memories that didn’t last.

The friendly cow all red and white,

wanted to take a course on Coursera

but was told it would not be right

since she was of the bovine era  
She wanders lowing here and there,

unfilled intellectually

perhaps she’ll discover DS106

and learn to make art conceptually
And blown by all the winds that pass

the massive, impersonal, and somewhat crass

this cow will learn to make art dammit

and all those so-called MOOCs can can it.
with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson

The friendly cow all red and white,

smelt some fresh food, to her delight

I wonder what’s for dinner, she thought

oh look! over there! steam from my pot! 
She wanders lowing here and there,

smelling the flowers with seconds to spare

daisies and sunflowers and dandelions too!

so delighted she let out a little “moo”
And blown by all the winds that pass

were those same flowers, she watched and gasped!

Caught up in the scene of the flowing specs

while her food was eaten by the little house cat

The friendly cow all red and white,

A stray from the herd in the middle of the night.

Broke free from the group to blaze her own way

No others around to cause her actions to sway.

She wanders lowing here and there,

Not a worry in the world with all the time she can spare,

Able to do as she wants, to be free and ambitious,

And blown by all the winds that pass

Like a warm summer breeze through fresh cut grass,

Spreading the smells of the season

Carrying along with no rhyme or reason.

The friendly cow all red and white,

a herferd amongst Charolais bright,

stands out like rust, oh what a sight.

She wanders lowing here and there,

eating chewing, nothing left spare.

Skipping not even the flowers of the grass,

that stand out against that rolling mass.

And blown by all the winds that pass

dancing, swaying, spreading seed,

they pass their offspring on indeed

so a painted summer next can succeed.

The friendly cow all red and white,

Goes wandering in the night.

Out from her bedroom to the hall,

Stepping into the light.
She wanders lowing here and there,

‘Till high upon the stair,

She finds a perfect spot to pause,

And share into the air.
And blown by all the winds that pass,

Out of that cowly lass,

She offers up her heavenly scent,

Of mighty methane gas! 
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Dedicated to MOOC cows everywhere, by @iamTalkyTina.

The friendly cow all red and white,

With proud Canadian hues,

Is surely such a beauty sight,

Enjoyed by me and youse.
She wanders lowing here and there,

Straight down the 401,

Her flag held high up in the air,

And seen by everyone.
And blown by all the winds that pass,

Her fine majestic pride,

With mighty pomp and circumstance,

Is tattooed on her hide.
with acknowledgment to “The Cow,” by Robert Louis Stevenson’s

The friendly cow all red and white,

…smiles as she hits the throttle and

…moves at the speed of light

…to escape the brown farm land.
She wanders lowing here and there,

…from place to place looking for fun

…and finds a pretty country fair

…in the fresh air and sun.
And blown by all the winds that pass

…at last she settles down;

…she teaches a storytelling class

…in the little desert town.

Today’s Daily Create assignment is: Poem of Stevenson— add some words to finish it
The friendly cow all red and white,

Color value at it’s finest.

Grazed in green, bathed in blue

And felt the warmth, all in yellow.
She wanders lowing here and there,

but here was too close and there,

was too far.

There was nowhere for her to go.
And blown by all the winds that pass,

She came to me, head hung low

And said, “Anywhere, but here.”
By: Robert Louis Stevenson

Edited by: Hayley Eckhardt

The friendly cow all red and white

I never seen a cow so jolly and bright

I can’t believe you are having calves of your own…

How loving and happy they will be
She wanders lowing here and there

As her calves keep her running

She will fill them with happiness and fun

Makes you wonder if they will run
And blown by all the winds that pass

They will lay and eat in the fields under the sun

As the friendly cow gets old and white

Now her calves will be friendly, jolly, and bright
Robert Louis Stevenson

The friendly cow all red and white,

Exists within another plane

A exo-lunar satellite

Delighting dogs of little brain

She wanders lowing here and there,

Far above the troposphere

Inciting lusts in table-ware

Who from this tale will disappear

And blown by all the winds that pass

From kitten’s violins. This riddle

Achieves a planetary mass

Beyond her jump. Hey Diddle Diddle…

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With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson

The friendly cow all red and white,

Came to town one night

Looking for something new

Looking for something fun to do

She wanders lowing here and there,

She can’t find anyone, anywhere

Then suddenly to her surprise

A tornado came spinning by

And blown by all the winds that pass

She flew away with the grass

Never was she seen or heard

She disappeared like a ghostly bird
Robert Louis Stevenson

THE FRIENDLY COW ALL RED AND WHITE,

Strawberries smothered in palest cream.

Faintly blushing patches amidst snowy hairs,

Nodding head gently swaying with each step.

SHE WANDERS LOWING HERE AND THERE,

The fields around her and underfoot.

Buttercups sway in the teasing breeze,

The dandelions hold their ground.

AND BLOWN BY ALL THE WINDS THAT PASS,

The seeds detach and drift away.

They land atop and amongst the grass.

The gentle beast who grazes on,

Nature guiding her along the way.
(Lines in upper case originally taken from Robert Louis Stevenson)

The friendly cow all red and white

is ushered through the hall to sounds of delight.

She is dressed in ornaments and gold

with a ring on her fingers, only 24 years old. 
She wanders lowing here and there

as people say, “oh, you look so fair!”

Her eyes are lowered, her lips pursed –

to a life of docile wifehood she is cursed. 
And blown by all the winds that pass

she floats, leaflike, frail as glass.

The world’s eyes are on her all day

and yet hers are silent as hay.