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Lamb

Because it’s spring time…a  Triversen poem

Lambs

Lamb

At the start of spring sunshine
in March, a clamour occurs,
an ignominious din.

She sees the lambs born
on a cool sunny morn, stumble;
bumble, late in the daylight.

The sun rises at four,
red, ruby, gold glows up high
and christens the new-born babes.

It comes round, it goes around,
it returns on this morning
of joy, of hope, of new lives.

Polly Stretton © 2016

Lamb was first published in my debut collection Girl’s Got Rhythm, available from Black Pear Press at £7.00 +P&P

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