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James Hyler Poem
A young sheep among a flock wandered
And as he looked around he pondered
The grass is much greener over there
I'll go yonder and not even have to share
Looking and thinking the shepherd was turned another way
The young sheep bolted and ran toward the field far away
As he ran, he thought with glee
I'm free I'm free I'm free
Upon reaching the field of green grass
The young sheep began to eat very fast
Without any cares and with unseeing eyes
He didn't notice as a pack of wolves ascended over the rise
As the wolves ran, drawing nearer to their prey
The young sheep looked up and saw them to his dismay
He started to run frantically, looking for the flock
And seeing no one, almost went into a state of shock
Running and looking frantically about
He saw by the fields edge; the woods; and let out a shout
I'll run into the woods, it will be safe
I'll get away from the wolves before it's too late
Without even giving it a second thought
The young sheep entered the woods, not finding the safety he sought
The light grew from bright to dim
He could barely see in front of him
Deeper into the woods he was engulfed into a fog
Then he stumbled and ran into a vast bog
Finally he stopped, barely able to stand
Not realizing he was in quicksand
As he listened for the wolves, he heard them howl
And distantly heard as they growled
Oh foolish sheep whose wandered astray
The bog will have you for it's meal today
A cold chill ran down his spine
As the young sheep tried to run to make up time
But he could not move, the quicksand held him fast
And as he sank, he knew his next breath would be his last
The last thing the sheep heard was the wolves as they laughed
Not even feeling the crook of the shepherd's staff
As he hooked it around the young sheep's neck
And pulled him from death's sandy wreck
With big, loving, and caring hands
The shepherd nourished the sheep to life again
The young sheep rejoined the flock he once had fled
Never forgetting without the shepherd, he would be dead
Copyright © James Hyler | Year Posted 2014
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James Hyler Poem
The rain came down
Saturating the ground
The earthworm came up
To swim in the muck
The dove came down
Hearing a splish splash sound
Now the earthworm flys
Copyright © James Hyler | Year Posted 2014
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