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Strayed Sheep

They wander, 
free range sheep,
Following a breeze,
a wafting scent
Clover…perhaps
More likely the innate call
To roam
In search of themselves.
Freedom,
a dubious destination
As jagged cliffs
O’erlook the crushing surf
Escape 
An unknown dream
For wind and tide
And nature
Call them
Home.

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Christuraj Alex

Date: 12/20/2024 7:49:00 PM

"nature Call them Home" - Beautiful writing. Congratulations!

Jaymee Thomas

Date: 12/20/2024 9:59:00 AM

I really like the brevity and urgency of this piece, John. Even with fewer than 50 words, you manage to keep it well-grounded in the image while embedding a little philosophy. Really nice work.

John Lawless
Date: 12/20/2024 12:06:00 PM

thank you Jaymee,

Michael Tor

Date: 12/19/2024 11:21:00 PM

Beautifully written John, wonderful imagery and peaceful setting I can see them all grazing...

Tom Woody

Date: 12/15/2024 5:47:00 AM

Ahhh but freedom comes with a price. There be wolves out thar

John Lawless
Date: 12/16/2024 12:03:00 PM

and to many have paid it Tom...but none of them were sheep.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 12/15/2024 5:30:00 AM

- Where I live there are many free-ranging sheep everywhere... a natural feature in a beautiful landscape - A great poem for this contest, John :) - (I chose a different twist:))) - Good luck - Merry Christmas :) - hugs

John Lawless
Date: 12/16/2024 12:02:00 PM

thanks for stopping by Anne-Lise always nice to hear from you. From your description I think I'd like to put on the proverbial "sheep's clothing" and hang out with them for awhile.