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Robs gone a' shepherding For Rob He was there, Lying young in the log basketWith eyes that knew that timeWould allow him to feel the wind, Run through rain and pull through heat, And talk to animals and to me. He was there As he cut over huge horizons of field Looking for sheep ,Wind ruffling neck and tail, Mouth set in anticipation, Shoulders hunched low, eyes ahead, Collecting them into rough flat spheres of shifting soft shapes As he helped to funnel them into pens, To divide and recollect them And when they were lost, he found them Up inclines of scree and, pulling freely over bouldersTo high mountain crests, Under profound blue skies To squeeze them, no nonsense, down the paths like frothy bobbing streams, home. And he was there On the mat outside the kitchen door , Growling at his pups in short-tempered paternal warning, Tensing to open himself to what was his greatest joy. And he was there During the night when I looked for a friend, Without complaint, As long as I needed him. He is gone now Back to shepherds, pine forests, spaces big enough for God to hide in And skies forever changing, To snows, heat, squared rocks, soft turf, bubbling streams and running sheep. Thank you Rob For all the joy you have shared with me.May you bring the same to Daniel. Copyright: Author SueW. [top of page] - [site map] |
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