A crystal blue sky
Stretches endlessly
To the mountains
While the greening earth
Rolls upward
From rivers
Then down
Through valleys
Criss-crossed
With creeks
And dotted
With hardwoods.
Black-faced sheep
Graze contentedly
In a pasture
Of yellow flowers,
Watched over
By an aged shepherd
And his vigilant collies.
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Be always safe,
Karen
be well and happy,
Kathy
Stunningly imaged in verse, especially,
"While the greening earth
Rolls upward
From rivers
Then down
Through valleys
Criss-crossed
with creeks ...."
Reminds me of what Ireland or Scotland must be like. Ah, yes - there are the patient sheep. :) Right beautiful!!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.