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
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Based on the Painting by Richard Beavis.... Highlander Driving the Sheep
For Contest sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
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