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When The Baa Is Heard
Where the baa is heard
And the sound is bird
Where the flow is theme
Seen in running stream
When the rain is mist
And the eye is moon
And the river is twist
Fringed with the trees
Where the dove does croon
When the sheep and bird
Voice nature's chord
Chiming with the breeze
Wafting from the trees
It's here where pain is relief
Nothing from town to grief
It's the mountain call
When you're about to fall
Just take only your soul
And wing your fly and stroll
Among the mead and space
Poetry is there to embrace
Come with me and feel
Beside the flocks new thrill
Cliches worn out in streets
Fresh feelings got in the hills
I do not sheep herd
I am just writing word
And i mourn the years
Spent down with fears
If i knew the cheers
Got in virgin beauty of mead
Would never at home stay
Among sheep i would only die
When the baa is heard
When the song is bird
When beauty is word
It's what God has made
Published 29th Dec 2022
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30th Dec 2022 7:11pm
I'm out there walking with you brother. Enjoyed our wandering over the hills. Made me think of Robert Service.
You both express the beauty and glory of nature so well.
Dan
You both express the beauty and glory of nature so well.
Dan
