The Ewe

She nestles in pastures long and green.
She chews the cud, looks so serene.

Her lips meet as she rests from her lunch.
She smiles contently and continues to munch.

She tilts back her head and inhales fresh air,
Twitching her ears with a dreamy eyed stare.

No matter the weather, sunshine or cloud,
No matter life's volume, quiet or loud,

Her tranquility glows. Somehow watching her
Brings a calmness to me while she's lying there.


Written 7th March 2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Watkins Avatar
March 17, 2024 at 2:42 AM
Aw, I love it! Reminds me of my childhood growing on ye old farm. Great atmosphere and calming couplets here. - all the best - C
Scragg Avatar
March 17, 2024 at 1:08 PM
Thank you Charlotte :-D this ewe looked so relaxed and it had a calming effect on me. We don't own the sheep but it's lovely having them near :-D
Dietrich Avatar
February 16, 2024 at 4:56 PM
This is so sweet. not Baaaad at all. Ewe rock.
Scragg Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 8:14 AM
Thank you :-D
Sangster - K Avatar
March 15, 2022 at 10:17 PM
Oh this is absolutely lovely Natasha! Excellent rhyming too. A very big fav for me. Cheers Anne :-)
Scragg Avatar
March 16, 2022 at 6:31 AM
Thanks Anne. So pleased you loved it :-D
Leffanta Avatar
March 7, 2022 at 10:34 AM
Ewe must be Welsh . . . .
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