Ode to Wyfe of Bath

Think of early morning sun coming up through trees.
Then a breeze comes and gently sways the leaves.
Sunlight falls on farmyard walls,
moves dappled shades on backs of cows and timber boards.
Now, see a dairy maid with bucket full and fresh.
See her pause and gently place the milk to rest.
This is how a ”Wyfe of Bath” will taste,
brimful of life and earthy love, but at the same time blest.