John Heaton (jheaton) wrote,
John Heaton
jheaton

The little road to Bethlehem

Thanks to everyone for your condolences. I really appreciate it.

The little road to Bethlehem

As I walked down the road at set of sun,
The lambs were coming homewards, one by one,
I heard a sheep-bell softly calling them
Along the little road to Bethlehem.

Beside the door, as I drew nigh,
I heard sweet Mary sing a lullaby.
She sang about the lambs at close of day
And rocked her tiny King among the hay.

Across the air the silver sheep-bell rang,
"The lambs are coming home," sweet Mary sang,
"Your Star of gold is shining in the sky,
So sleep, my little King, go lullaby."

As I walked down the road at set of sun,
The lambs were coming homewards, one by one,
I heard a sheep-bell softly calling them
Along the little road to Bethlehem.

Margaret Rose (1920-)

Tags: advent: 2003, poet's corner
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