Little Lambs

The sheep are grazing on the grass so green
Little lambs frolicing in between
Spring sunshine bright and warm
A picturegue scene on every farm
I count myself lucky that I can see
Frolicing lambs so full of glee
I sit and watch them run to and fro
Bringing back memories of long ago
Now they are having a race from the top of the brow
Barely missive the grazing cow
Leaping and jumping each other to pass
Marvellous they can run so fast
Now the ewes call its feeding time
Wonderful nature, so divine
Gods creation everywhere
Humans cononly stand and stare.

by Amy Childs

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