In Earby's Fields

By way of explanation, the poet who wrote "In Flanders' Fields" was born about a five minute walk away from where I live.  John McCrae was a doctor in the first world war, and died in France.  His poem is the inspiration for this one.

In Earby's Fields the wee lambs grow
And sniff the Lambwatch sign, and show
How good life is when you are small,
And haven't any cares at all
In Earby's fields.

In Earby's fields we watch them play
and run and skip and have their say
With great big voices that belie
Their size. These babies never did seem shy.
Running and jumping all the day,
They entertain folks far away
From Earby's fields.

They dislike midges, hate the wind
Protest the rain, bad weather mind.
Go on excursions to green spaces
And look for fun in other places.
Torment their mothers, leap and play
and all the while they grow and say,
"Can we not here forever stay
In Earby's Fields?"

And those who watch them say "How cute"
And wish we could land by parachute
Into their midst, and join their games -
And soon we'd come to know their names.
But we all know we must grow up,
As mama did, as did the tup,
And they must too, such is the way
of creatures small, to pass each day
growing and learning;
not just play
In Earby's Fields.

I loved your words Helen. They were beautiful yet there was an underlying sadness and pathos to the poem.

Thanks so much for sharing :)

Well, Cindy, we know their fate, but I didn't want to be too morbid.  Who knows - some of them might figure out to make a getaway, and run away from home!

Helen, perhaps you will be named Lambwatch Poet Laureate.

Hi Helen, Im Christine not Cindy lol

Helen,

I loved the poem. So perfect for this site. And for our dear lambs and sheep. I know it will bless others too.

I know, Christine, I haven't been getting much sleep lately, and only after I had put up my comment did I realise you were Christine.  At least I got the "C" right.  Thanks for your comments.

I recognise the rhythm of this famous poem :) I think all your poems are brilliant and you have a great talent there. I recited it to my dad (Howard) and he enjoyed them too. He said he wrote a poem about a sheep once which he will dig out and show me and i will put it on here :)

Oh, good, Dan!  I know your Dad loves poetry from watching some of the old highlights.  I'm glad you both liked it.  I hope he can find his.