Oh how this piece set me to reminiscing about my ranching days in Montana. I would do the same thing but with cattle, getting a heifer that lost a calf to accept a calf that lost its mother. And once the calf pooped that first milk the heifer would smell her own life in the breath and the behind of this now her own calf. So much there and makes me want to go back to that life with more of a cowboy philosopher mindset. Love this poem.
Tender how we meet our own orphan upon our shoulders of carrying our own might being fed in this field I will meet you ❤️
Oh how this piece set me to reminiscing about my ranching days in Montana. I would do the same thing but with cattle, getting a heifer that lost a calf to accept a calf that lost its mother. And once the calf pooped that first milk the heifer would smell her own life in the breath and the behind of this now her own calf. So much there and makes me want to go back to that life with more of a cowboy philosopher mindset. Love this poem.
Beautiful.
Who will care for the baby lamb?
for me, black lamb is my hope