Oh, what a pretty day today,
the sun is high and warm and bright.
The little lambs run out to play
then sleep in bed of straw at night.
Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
- Comment
- Reblog
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Freeda Baker Nichols 
Simply would not do for me to raise farm animals i would go broke, i would get to attached to such cute animals
LikeLike
I’d love to own a sheep. My dad raised sheep but I was too young to remember them. I guess some of them must have died. When I would see mounds of dirt in the woods, I used to think a sheep was buried there.
LikeLike
Nice poem.
LikeLike
Thanks.
LikeLike
Those sheep are so cute! I love the little black and white ones. Nice poem too 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you.
LikeLike