Saturday 19 May 2012

SHEPHERD BOY:



Alone amongst the hills & herbs,
You guard your sheep & talk to birds,
The clouds play with your young dreams,
The sun laughs & the wind screams.
 
Sepia scrub beneath your feet,
No mercy from the summer heat,
Mountain stream to quench your thirst,
Nature´s child, your sheep come first.
 
Lay your head upon god´s shouldered land,
Leave an eye open, the wolf´s close at hand,
The butterfly, free as you, your only friend,
In silence you talk, on her you can depend.
 
Run free, run wild shepherd boy,
You play with the world, & I with a toy,
Happiness shines within your eyes,
While I live in a world that I despise.

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