A Ewe and Her Two Small Lambs
Early spring field and scattered daffodils,
Framed in by the ethereal green hills.
Sun sweet warmth falls behind and tries to gain
As gray clouds drift, a calming sprinkling rain.
Under the dappled shade of the tall free
Laden with rich white blooms Bradford pear tree
A wooly ewe milking her small lambs, lie
Contently tucked resting until clear sky.
Baa-baa, scamper, and leap among the field
Awaiting time as mama made them yield.
3/17/2024
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