Sepia Sheep

Fast to follow, quick to gaze,

The Suffolk sheep in sepia graze,

Standing shadows, flocks in files,

Feasting fields stretch for miles.

The watch of an ewe, spring lamb at play,

Docked of a tail, shorn disarray,

Yielding a jumper, blanket or scarf,

Spinners creation; sheep farmer’s laugh.

Millennial years of shepherding trade,

Not from this walk of life idle hands made.

©Philip Holden

2003

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