In honor of Genevieve's upcoming Carnival for the Little Ones, my poem this week is The Lamb by William Blake. For more Friday poems, stop by A Chair, A Fireplace, and A Tea Cozy ...
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!
And here are my three little lambs a few years ago ...
Bookworm at 3
Crackerjack at 2
Earlybird at 6 months
Has time really flown that fast?
