‘Feeding Bobby Calves’ ; ‘Is there a poet in you?’ ; ‘Tropical Dawn’ by Nancy Byrne
The first three of her seven entries into our poetry competition:
FEEDING BOBBY CALVES
It’s that time again, dairy cows are birthing
Calves are dropping night and morning
Feeding new born calves is one mad race
Tired and cold the farmer’s wife
Looks tenderly at each confused face.
She grips a calf between her legs and thighs
Gently pushes his face into the warm fluid
Her milky fingers submerged, touching his mouth.
She smiles as each one learns to suck
And quickly guides it to false udders.
The last victim struggles, wanting mother
She pleads and coaxes the little one
Refusing to follow what the others have done.
In sheer relief she straightens her back
Daylight has gone, how quickly its flown
She muses as she trudges home
Each little calf has a character its own
Her mother heart softens for calf and mother
It must be agony missing each other.
Think positive now and just don’t worry
Like the seasons that come and go
Calving time and bobby calves
Just one of them in the yearly flow of
Birthing, growing, living and dying
But I guess I’m human and do feel sorry
For little bobby calves and their destiny.
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IS THERE A POET IN YOU?
There is a poet or poem in everyone waiting to be released
in song, dance, love, laughter, thought, word, sorrow even disaster,
Life is a kaleidoscope of colours and passions, longings
for true love and empathy when things go wrong.
Trouble strikes family and friends and all seem lost in
the tapestry of life, it’s not the end!
Deep down in the living soul springs a search for faith and hope
to lift them above the shadows
The fight for survival and success that surely
TIME the great healer softens and shares the load.
Like a ray of sunshine in winter’s cold
A cool breeze on a summer day
The hidden poet in man comforts him in thought,
audible or written word, vocally in heartfelt song.
The poem never dies, lives on in whatever form it is expressed
Touching those walking life’s highway carrying a basket
of mixed emotions, scars that lighten but never fade away
Tokens and souvenirs, a chapter of life to tell others about some day.
Yes, there is a poet or poem in you, waiting to be set free
To share, to bless, to comfort or to cheer.
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TROPICAL DAWN
The sound of the waves so soothing
Bare feet gripping the sand, tide receding
Piercing the morning stillness he heard
The call of the mating kikau bird
Mesmerised he stared entranced, feeling free
Red morning sun mirrored in the calm sea
Sunshine filtering through the trees
Orange hues tinting the foliage blue
Palm trees gently swayed in the breeze
The scent of white ginger flowers so sweet
In wild abandonment he began to dance
Gliding over the sand into the red water
Crystal clear spilling through his fingers
Gazing at the sky he breathed in deep
Tropical dawn the night wakes from sleep
Sun rays touching heaven kissing earth
The wonder of a new day giving birth.
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© NANCY NINA BYRNE [Woodville]
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