The birth of the calf


One morning in County Clare

At my uncle Michael’s farm

 He called me from a deep sleep

And brought me to the cow house

He waved me to the cow about to give birth

 He whispered to me

To just stand there

Paddy Gorman  his cousin and fellow worker

Put his hands into the womb

And gently gently whispered calf forward

  The calf  came  head first

And all was over in seconds

 The mother licked the afterbirth

 And I was introduced to the birth of nature.