Twins

I stumbled across this poem some years back, but I found it again this afternoon, and thought that y'all might enjoy it!

Henry Sambrooke Leigh
The Twins

In form and feature, face and limb,

I grew so like my brother,

That folks got taking me for him,

And each for one another.

It puzzled all our kith and kin,

It reached a fearful pitch;

For one of us was born a twin,

Yet not a soul knew which.

One day, to make the matter worse,

Before our names were fixed,

As we were being washed by nurse,

We got completely mixed;

And thus, you see, by fate's decree,

Or rather nurse's whim,

My brother John got christened me,

And I got christened him.

This fatal likeness even dogged

My footsteps when at school,

And I was always getting flogged,

For John turned out a fool.

I put this question, fruitlessly,

To everyone I knew,

"What would you do, if you were me,

To prove that you were you?"

Our close resemblance turned the tide

Of my domestic life,

For somehow, my intended bride

Became my brother's wife.

In fact, year after year the same

Absurd mistakes went on,

And when I died, the neighbors came

And buried brother John.

We have found that twins aren't quite so alike as the poem implies, but we thought it funny!

Cassie, for the Youngs

Lambs!

Every spring, starting at about the first week of February, our representative from the sheepfold tells us that 'Any day now!' we can start expecting lambs! Usually, it's not until the last weekend in March that the little ones arrive, but this year they were not so tardy in making their appearance, (much to the delight of said representative). They were born about a week ago, and we can already see how quickly they are growing!

Here are a few snippets from the sheep pasture!

Rachel, living up to

her name in being a shepherdess most devoted.

God is good!

Cassie, for the Youngs