Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Lambing Time

Spring's Hope

The day dawns, the night takes flight
The sun rises on wings of light
Out in the barn a plaintive voice
Is heard calling, shepherd rejoice

A wet-born lamb is lying there
White, yolk, fresh, its mother's care
Licking and nuzzling is the ewe
So it will stand, and then suck too

Soon the lamb will walk and run
And then will sleep with a full tum
In a year it will be sheared
Its fleece is soft and fine this year

Next spring another lamb will come
Both to this one and its Mom
More plaintive voices in the air
More lovely fleeces fit to share

copyright Sarah Dalziel, 2011

1 comment:

  1. How lovely! Years ago, we had goats. I loved seeing the babies, and being enchanted by their funny sideways boing boing boing bounces and leaps! Joy! Pure joy!