Going To Clean The Pasture Spring - Poem by Willow Cochrane
I'm going out to clean
the Pasture Spring;
I'll only stop to rake the
leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may) :
I shan't be gone long. - you come too.
I'm going out to fetch
the little calf that's
Standing by the mother.
It's so young it totters
when she licks it with
her tongue. I shan't be
gone long. - you come too.
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