Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BABY CALF, by EVELYN DORIO First Line: One clover-winded hour when morning sky Last Line: That she had known our welcome house to choose! Subject(s): Calves | ||||||||
One clover-winded hour when morning sky Lay primrose mild, we peered inside the shed Where drowsed a new-born calf upon her bed. How stirred we felt! We almost had to cry To watch how mooley licked her baby dry From gawky legs and up her nodding head. We feared she might not know and hurt instead Her frightened one that blinked so meek and shy. We pulled a mound of scented garden grass For baby calf, and flicked away the flies -- We must not let her tender body bruise; Then found a treasured gumdrop in a glass And begged her lick it slow. And said how wise That she had known our welcome house to choose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE CALVES OF LES HAIZETTES by PAUL FORT MARCH CALF by EDWARD JAMES HUGHES SIMPLY HUGE by CAROL J. PIERMAN THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CHAMPAGNE, 1914-1915 by ALAN SEEGER |
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