Life on Heatherhope Farm provides inspiration.
Connie entered a poetry contest sponsored by our local NPR station, WNIJ. Of over 100 entries, she was selected as one of 6 to be read on air.
You can see her and both hear and see her poem “Little Lamb” at the station’s web site: just click here
Here is the text of Connie’s poem itself:
“Little Lamb”
“Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?”
I am a child again, curious about
how things happen and
troubled by no clear answers.
I look upon the pure white lamb,
only three days old and failing,
lying motionless while siblings nurse.
Reaching into the pen,
I wrap its feather weight body
in a blue cotton towel
and carry it away from mother
who has already said good-by;
not able to nurse this weak, third baby.
“Little Lamb, who made thee…
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright…”
In the house now, on my lap
all I hear are pitiful rhythmic cries.
I stroke her wee wooly head
and gently rub the tummy,
full of milk from tube and bottle,
hoping against the odds.
“Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee…
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb…”
So I call upon the Lamb
to help this innocent one –
and wait and rock and wait,
kissing her limp, curly head.
A final sigh as limbs give way,
tears dropping one by one.
The Lamb of all creation hears
and enfolds her into His bosom.
“Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!”
