Coming upon the old
Sheepdog as he lumbers
Up a difficult
Incline
With his flock already gone
Over the hill and I
A steady distance some
Twenty meters behind,
I do not reflect on all that
He’s been through to get this far,
But on that sudden flash
Of early morning
Sunlight that lights
Up his shabby coat
Just as he reaches
The top.
Evocative, deceptively "simple" narrative, vivid, moving. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThanks, brother, for the friendly nudge--at this stage, we need all the help we can get!
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