Sheep

Sheep Sheep

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

Grey mist.

Summary

Grey mist.

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Submitted: January 13, 2016

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Submitted: January 13, 2016

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I was walking over the Lakeland fells.
(I suppose I had been that way before
But never, I think, at spring lambing-time).
The grass pullulated with new life and,

As little wrinkled puffballs danced a round,
Frolicking in a careless reverie,
I noticed, just under the slate-stone wall,
Almost hidden by a little rustic

Stile, a cold stiff sheep, which must have expired
In the act of giving birth: the tiny
Body of its dead child projecting from
Its smothering wool.

All was changed from sky to tree,
Draining the colour from the world, and me.

 


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