Poems by Debra L Brown

Spring comes early,
when you live on a farm.
There's new born life,
and sounds in the barn.

Silas, the rooster,
was clucking and crowing.
"Come! Come! See,"
"I have something worth showing."

The hens were gossiping,
and clucking a song.
Running to see,
whatever was wrong?

The horses were alerted,
the sheep were too.
The cows in the fields,
you can hear their "M-O-O-O-S".

Now that the animals,
have all gathered round.
"Tell us, Mr. Silas,"
"whatever have you found?"

Before this charming old Rooster,
could make a sound.
You heard the cries in the corner,
Oh! were they loud!

Up popped a head,
as cute as can be.
Oh! No, I think that,
maybe there's three.

It seems that the farmer's Collie,
by the name of Miss Kate.
She had her puppies in the barn,
last night around eight.

"Oh! Miss Kate! your puppies,
are as precious as can be".
"What ever will you name them,
your litter of three".

"Thank you! Very kindly",
"Please! meet my pack of three".
"Willa, Grace and little Elliot Kate",
"I'm as proud as can be of my little family".

The animals left happy,
and wished them all well.
Except for Mr. Silas,
he has a new story to tell.

Yes, spring comes early,
when you live on a farm.
There's new born life.
and sounds coming from the barn.