Amidst the morning’s gentle light, Shiny milk churns by the gate, Stand guard, gleaming bright, Their metal forms reflect and radiate.

Blocking the rough and sunken lane, They hold their post with stoic grace, Like soldiers standing firm, sustained, Until their mission is fulfilled with pace.

These sentinels filled with dairy milk, Endure the wait for pick-up trucks, Their contents rich and smooth as silk, Soon to depart for the factory’s cusp.

Oh, shining churns, loyal and true, How grateful we are for your milk’s renew.

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