Spring time?

   
 
(Memories of George Orwell)  
 
 
The sheep could smell the lions    
they'd been there all day,    
set up in a circle       
pushed the lambs inside    
shoulder to shoulder    
facing out and vigilant    
staring out the lion.  
Never done this before    
told the earth was theirs,    
what's the use of that    
without the oil ?    
Surprised, they scared each other,    
what to do for best.    
No one moved    
bleating had long since ceased.    
Confused, the lion called his mates    
the pride stood still,waited    
patience now exhausted.    
The sheep began to move    
the circle  expanded,    
now to charge the gate;    
eighteenth century timber    
strong enough for sheep...    
so the lions thought    
but not this rebellious flock    
who charged the gate    
smashed off the hinges,    
roared as ne'er before    
snapped at the sheepdog    
as once he had,    
ran towards the hills    
along the valley floor    
"Come join us" was the cry    
as others charged their barriers    
to flee the fields.....    
climbing hills so long forbidden.    
through woods and pretty gardens    
saw the world they'd heard    
when birds came back with    
stories not believed.    
   
And here they stand..    
far enough for now.    
guard the peaks hold fast!    
caution friends..........    
this is far enough.......    
For now.