Highlander, Driving the Sheep

Dismal clouds, a steel gray sky lay heavy, on a wrangler's eye And the ice upon the time-worn world of trodden hills, and where sheep have grazed have glazed the trail, along the way To flee from the sting of winter's keep stray sheep seek shelter among the trees A border collie, takes command and herds the flock to form a band Wild geese form arrows sharp and clean As instinct guides, and trust is keen While northeast winds so white with sleet Bury plains, once gleaned of wheat With the weight of burdens never done the lone man works without a sun entrenched in white beneath his feet wearing overalls, boots soaked in peat and fleece upon his heart of toil His back is bent with glistened soil His lone companions know the way Two steadfast horses, have earned their hay A border collie, never strays Wearily waiting till the master is done He labors on, as the evening falls To a distant light, where his hunger calls Too cold to wipe his dampened brow His limped hat... it glistens now With cheeks of red, he steels his breath Like forefathers did, until the death Humble pride, a job to bear, another day that he will wear __________________________________________________________ Based on the Painting by Richard Beavis.... Highlander Driving the Sheep For Contest sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst