Primrose and Blossom.
With wind soft showers, cold and a slight of frost,
Staying up watching with you was really a must,
Just past one you started to kick, and begin to show,
Real first stage at last no longer false not long to go,
Foaling made easy again with you my love,
Under the hedge with primrose and foxglove,
You foaled and she was born so easy you did it again,
She was so beautiful, bay a bit of white and a black mane,
Or maybe she will darken and end up brown,
She is so lovely and I could never frown,
At such a beautiful foal, usually sweet and kind,
Though now 7 weeks she knows her own mind!
The end of may and the next one looked due,
Again the wait, lack of sleep to see through.
In the dark and a gale with the soft fall of rain,
She went down and foaled so easy again,
A lovely filly under the may in full bloom,
She was a bit premature but even in the gloom,
Of the dark, the wind and my own sea of pain,
I saw a live foal so beautiful and feeling the same,
New birth is so moving but seems to be a trigger,
Back to my own who were better and much bigger,
Yet here are two horses all safe and foaled,
To have the others do the same has become my goal!
I so wish it was possible and you could all be,
Somehow here to watch stay awake and be with me,
To see for your selves the amazement of birth,
Come sat hello to the foal who seems full of mirth,
Feel the peace and calm that seems to be,
Surrounding the place that life becomes free,
And hold the foal as they find their feet,
To say hello, hold and at long last meet,
The thing that’s been kicking and moving inside,
Now on the ground, visible unable to hide,
But I promise you this its well worth the wait,
To feel for your selves this peaceful state!