Get Your Premium Membership

The Shepherd

A misty morning in Donegal. My sheep are scattered over bog. Must wipe the sand man from sleepy eyes. Put on the kettle when I rise. Rex is already outside half door. He senses mist may rise some more. No delay on this most Irish day. Drink my cup and let's be away. The little windey road ahead leads to bridge then gap in hedge. Where they escaped once before. Those silly sheep now over Barnesmore. At brow of hill I see Lough Eske. The view always takes my breath. Away Rex, lets get started. At the escape hatch through which they parted. Staff in hand I guide them in Whistle to Rex what a good dog he's been. This time ensure gap is closed. Home in time to enjoy repose.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 3/5/2016 8:26:00 AM
Really love the images here, Jean. Do you own sheep or is this just an excellent poem about life in Ireland? Peace my friend
Login to Reply
Murray Avatar
Jean Murray
Date: 3/5/2016 8:47:00 AM
No I do not own sheep Daniel. The place where this photo was taken is a place you are likely to find sheep owning the road.
Date: 3/5/2016 7:03:00 AM
Very nice poem. Could feel the bond between you two.
Login to Reply
Murray Avatar
Jean Murray
Date: 3/5/2016 7:26:00 AM
Gosh, my fingers are acting up today. Sorry for writing mistakes Susan.
Murray Avatar
Jean Murray
Date: 3/5/2016 7:24:00 AM
I do not own a dog Susan, but I wrote this poem with a writer friend in mind. Than you for yor your lovely comment.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things