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Tagged Ewe

On looking through the window A humorous sight I'd seen, A quartet of lively ewes Were playing Tag on the green. Leaping over twisted logs, Around the rocks they skipped, Sweeping round the bendy field. Down and up they dipped. Butting heads and locking horns, Bumping each other in the side - ( I think if I was one of them I'd be terrified! ) At times it looked violent. But it's their way of having fun. What a joy to watch these adult sheep Baa and play and run!

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Eve Roper

Date: 3/15/2024 10:31:00 PM

Love the poem, cute for children's book

Natasha L Scragg
Date: 3/16/2024 8:03:00 AM

Thanks Eve :-D

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/16/2024 4:57:00 PM

very very cute. So clever, Natasha.

Natasha L Scragg
Date: 2/17/2024 8:13:00 AM

Thank ewe Andrea :-D

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/13/2024 4:40:00 AM

Ahhh!! How precious. I enjoyed reading it. It has good flow, rhythm and rhyme. Thanks for sharing it with us. Sara K

Natasha L Scragg
Date: 2/13/2024 11:20:00 AM

Thank you Sara. :-D I enjoyed writing it :-)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 2/11/2024 4:14:00 AM

Dear, Natasha, I loved your poem and it reminded me when I grew up on the farm. It is is great joy to watch and you captured in this wonderful snapshot. Thanks for the window view. -Blessings, Daniel

Natasha L Scragg
Date: 2/11/2024 1:15:00 PM

Thanks Daniel. Watching the different creatures and how they interact certainly boosts the spirits. :-D

Jeanette Swan

Date: 2/10/2024 3:54:00 AM

Sweet! Love the 'quartet of lively ewes'. I wish I had your window on the world. I like the way the rhythm supports the ewes frolic. The rhymes were smooth and gave a fun tone.

Natasha L Scragg
Date: 2/10/2024 7:02:00 AM

Thank You Jeanette. I just saw the four of them playing and it just made me smile. So I thought about capturing the moment in a poem the way a photographer does or an artist with a painting. :-D