Farm Poem 14

//Farm Poem 14

Farm Poem 14

Spring brings more than can be—
Blossoms melting into soil,
Seedlings crowding for sunshine.
I find the lamb
By the broken wall,
Abandoned or lost or both,
Castaway quadruplet,
Victim of abundance.

How his tail shakes
As he takes the bottle,
Sucking the milk dry.
Amongst the flush of
Chickweed he is sated,
And curls close to my boot,
Self-adopted in the April sun.
Life wishing to live.

Some people believe in death!
The lamb naps while
I nudge a walnut hull,
Last autumn’s spring,
A sphere of tree.
Who could fathom such a thing?
Within the cathedral of my legs,
The lamb is already dreaming.

By | 2019-04-29T22:58:43-04:00 April 29th, 2019|Farm|2 Comments

About the Author:

Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in the Washington DC area for two decades. Pritchard's books have received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, NPR, and more.


  1. Margaret May 8, 2019 at 1:23 pm - Reply


    My day is enriched beyond measure by your generosity in sharing this experience. May the lamb thrive and may your eloquence continue to flow to the wider world.

    • Forrest Pritchard May 8, 2019 at 10:20 pm

      The lamb is doing well! And thank you for the kind words 🙂

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