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Created on: June 23, 2009
The Sheep
The people live in houses
Surround themselves with walls
While sheep roam free on meadows and fields and drink from waterfalls.
The home of the sheep is the meadow
While a person's is of concrete
A man only knows to the end of his nose but a sheep has the world at its feet.
The sheep should live in the houses
And build themselves cities and towns
Then the people could move to the valleys and mountains and live on the moors and the downs
A sheep's life is boring, it will not ask 'why?'
Or turn its head up to the sky
But people in houses behave just like sheep and follow the tail in front till they die.
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Poetry: Sheep
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The Sheep
The people live in houses
Surround themselves with walls
While sheep roam free on meadows and fields and drink from
White and woolly until shorn,
then pinkish white and naked-looking.
Suddenly vulnerable under the sun.
When you bottle feed a baby,
It trusts you'll give it care.
Baby lambs so trusting,
Not knowing to beware.
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Little sheep, why are your eyes so sad?
Do you KNOW who the shepherd is?
Your frown is soul deep
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Did you hear
What the sheep
Was saying
To the man of life
He said
I have no words
To sound
Of complaint
I was born
In partnership
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