“THE LAMBS OF WAIAPU”
Of all the precious gifts of Spring
Spotty is the loveliest thing,
A black spot on his front, right hip,
Of liveliness he is the whip.
A little imp of timeless grace
– But six days on the old world’s face –
Jumping along beside a ditch
As though the daisies to bewitch.
Then leaping to the other side
He charms his playmates with his stride
And joining in his winsome fun
They skip, twist, dance, and leap and run.
Nor does he lie about and dream
When his playmates restless seem
But run and leap and is so high
As though he really meant to fly,
But gliding down to them again
Like a magic aeroplane
is off upon a good long race
All his playmates giving chase.
Mortals with little time to spend
Stay; beguiled to see the end.
O little lambs, sixteen in all
How you hold the heart in thrall
With evening shadows, setting sun
Never were such races run
Nor such a spate of laughter’s tears
Full of healing for the years.
Sept. 1972 .