Healing Holistix

The Shepherd.

Zephyrs softly blowing,
Seeds of truth are sowing.
From the hilly ridges
Across the natural bridges,
On the back blocks, through the valleys,
Down the pastures, to the rivers.

I can see them down below me.
A white horse that cannot know me,
And I smile as I go floating, silent by.
But I see the nose that quivers,
Big brown eyes that make me shiver
And I let him settle, slowly on my mind.

As I look across the hills that I can see,
I feel a wet and coldness by my knee
And my dog is quietly walking,
We’ve no need for idle talking.
I’ll always feel his spirit close to me,
As we go down beside the rolling sea.

I think your poetry is just beautiful Michael - so glad you posted these two for us!!!
xox

Thank you Linny! I'm feeling a bit nostalgic about memories lately with 80 years to look back on now.

Beautiful, Michael.
I used to write poems like that when I was younger, but not now.

Just back from a week in the Lake District and remembering the flocks of Herdwick sheep we saw there.