Lambs
Lambs come in the spring
First the snow and then the grass
For all the lambs to eat
Lambs come quietly, not with band or brass
There may be one or two
Or maybe even three
They may be born in a barn
Or under a spreading tree
The mother's attention
Is for her young
She hardly even eats
Because she wants to spare them wrong
Lambs can be recognized
by their funny little tails
That wag faster than a dog's
Fast, like a train on rails
The summer months wear on
The lambs love to lay down and sleep
Their wool grows and grows
The lambs turn into sheep
When lambs begin to walk
Their legs are in the way
However not long after this
They begin to skip and play
by Janel Gustafson
Lambs come in the spring
First the snow and then the grass
For all the lambs to eat
Lambs come quietly, not with band or brass
There may be one or two
Or maybe even three
They may be born in a barn
Or under a spreading tree
The mother's attention
Is for her young
She hardly even eats
Because she wants to spare them wrong
Lambs can be recognized
by their funny little tails
That wag faster than a dog's
Fast, like a train on rails
The summer months wear on
The lambs love to lay down and sleep
Their wool grows and grows
The lambs turn into sheep
When lambs begin to walk
Their legs are in the way
However not long after this
They begin to skip and play
by Janel Gustafson
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9 comments:
I wrote this for my childrens litterature class. It may get revised but I thought I would post it any way. It was inspired by the fact that we plan on having lambs at our house in about a month. Our sheep are getting much bigger!
I could never write decent poetry. Oh, I could get the rhyming and maybe the rhythm, but beyond that my creativity for writing is kind've lacking. For instance, I could never come up with the connection between a rapidly wagging tail and a fast-moving train. Oh well.
Hmmm, been a while since I have seen any farm animals.
Quite the poem...
Thank you sir.
Oh Jeremy, that is the type of connection you make when you are really desperate.
That was lovely, dear! And very nice picture too. :)
Thank you, my brother took that picture.
I love the poem it just says the truth.
That was very cute! I had forgotten that you breed lambs. Very sweet.
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