A Shepherd's Day

A Shepherd's Day by Suzanne Alexander (SA)

Wee, from East then West!
Seen one side then Next.
Feel a beautiful day, start is laid
Sjoe, from sting of Ray.This said,

Baa, from Ewe - distinct face!
Moor from one side at annex she graze,
Aye mi smeel yummy scone buttered.
Lighe nam lips whilst I muttered.

Shoo, splish-splash rain came unforseen
raining stairs of rods clearly seen
soil exposed with heathered bole
the red pigment irks the soul.

Ewe, come, sinn cùm sàbhailte! 
to the huge bole hole, wee time, to shed.
Close  jist ower the way so near,
baa, from rascal Mule , mi clu from ear.

C' mon ye little mule so blue
Safe its here by bole used as hue.
The noo! Mule. He came then settled.
Jack Snipe seen in marsh nestled.

Far in the distance a thunderclap
Meat today with pap.
With money earned just a little.
and hands brittle.

As the rain drops snipes my face, 
Content I am to run , this race
Yet a sadness for unfair wage
But joyful not being in a cage.

Day, from graft then came night 
Hame my manor is in sight.
Safe the ewe and mule I put,
aye, that'll dae. Day in tear and joy shut.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Richards Avatar
January 28, 2025 at 10:59 AM
I am confused by the language used sommer lekker deurmekaar, jong. I see that you are from SA, but the lingo is not one of the 11 official languages or a dialect I recognise - nie eens Kaaps nie. Please give some background info to this poem. Thanks. Regards, Su
Richards Avatar
January 29, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Maybe if I knew you better, we could discuss phonetics of indigenous languages versus the need of the reader to be able to grasp the content of a poem. Otherwise we are only writing for ourselves in a void. Regards, Su
Alexander Avatar
January 29, 2025 at 12:53 PM
Thanks for the input. Poetry is only subjected to not cursing or suggested. The language choice was added in context to the place. A perception, perspective view. Not South Africa per se however trust you can go back into history . I trust this limited understanding understood.
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