The Lonesome Lamb Poem by Phil Soar

The Lamb stood lonely in the field
The flock had moved away
Forgetting her amidst the rush
She stood there day by day
No-one came to look for her
She stood there all alone
She couldn't try to reach someone
She didn't have a phone
As days passed by her coat got wet
Its burdon heavy on her frame
She reached the point of no return
And that was such a shame
But nature has this magic way
Of turning things around
One day the flock returned to her
Without a single sound
She met them with excitement
And all the world was right
No longer alone in that field
She will sleep well tonight