I Still Recall A Memory

I still recall a memory from my childhood Long years ago and many miles away The robin on the flowering hawthron singing And the high fields wore their wildflowers of the May. A black faced horned ewe had given birth to twins that morning One weakly lamb on ground beside her lay And the other suckled happily tail a waggling In the bright sunshine of the early day. From wood of Claramore a gray crow flew out In darkened face and feathers black and gray 'One of the birds detested by the mountain sheep men' The only good one a dead one they say. Beside the weakly lamb the crow alighted And started pecking at the new born's eyes I ran to shoo off the vicious assailant And to aid the helpless 'pain in his bleating cries'. Out of his left side eye the lamb was bleeding But his mother came and licked the blood away From a fate far worse than death perhaps I'd saved him And at least his first would not be his last day. And i was ten years old as i remember And that was more than forty years ago That i saved a lamb in a field by Clara mountain From a painful lingering death of a gray crow.