On W H Hunt's 'Our English Coasts'

'Strayed Sheep' Contest Judged: 12/20/2024 ---------------------------------------------------- I stare at the English coast where a flock of sheep graze and laze on breezy summer day To risk for every flower, bramble and blade of grass for them is sweeter than sweet hay Marked and blessed flock of sheep feels no danger, fears none, and has sure-footed take The green moss on weathered rock cushions beckon some to ruminating break Horizontal ears read, there is no surprise or fear, the flock is safe, happy, calm and gay The herd knows the herder - they never stray, the herder knows that the herd will never stray Like one happy sheep I recline to enjoy the English coast, feel the sun and feel the breeze Blessed are the delicate hands that did such rich a blend; it holds my gaze, puts my mind at ease