AS the season for spotting the first lambs of the year is upon us, here is a touching incident related by Kenneth Steven in his 2009 volume of Collected Poems, Island, published by Saint Andrew Press.

The setting is a Hebridean island, one assumes.

LAMB

I found a lamb

Tugged by the guyropes of the wind

Trying so hard to get up.

It was no more than a trembling

bundle

A bag of bones and wet wool

A voice made of crying, like a child's.

What a beginning, what a fall,

To be born on the edge of the

world

Between the sea and America.

Lamb, out of this island of stone

Yellow is coming, golden promises,

The buttery sunlight of spring.