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More poems about Birth of Saviour.
THE COW
Warm breath to help warm the
cold air,
Doing her part to make it a little better
in there.
Did she give milk to the weary travellers
that night?
The gentle low had maybe help sing Him
to sleep,
When she heard his first cry and maybe a
watch did keep.
Come join the animals in the stable
all bare,
Be with the cow and the sheep in the
stable now fair.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 December 2005