And today there were sheep

And today there were sheep
In the lower field still
jumping about and
climbing the hill
They ignored us of course
but I waved just the same
as they didn’t know
the reason we came
For today there were sheep
but sometime there are not
Sometimes it is cold
and sometimes it is hot
But we always come
because this is our grace
and together we three
are alive in this place

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Sheep convention

The sheep had a convention
in the upper field today
I suspect grass was the subject
or some munching anyway
And there were clearly some ringleaders
as they moved around a lot
their noses buried in the grass
from spot to luscious spot

And by and by they made their way
to the place the gate once was
and to the one all followed through
as it made sense because
there within the lower field
as all good sheep will know
the grass is that much greener
so that’s where they did go

Later on although I think
the naughty step for sheep
will see some action when the shepherd
pops by for a peep
Because I know that this convention
was never meant to stray
there into the lower field
on this cold winter’s day

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

A sheep’s lot

A sheep looking chilly
there in the field
caught my eye when just passing
in the Sussex Weald

Forlorn it stood pleading
with a look it its eye
“Could it come with me?”
as I wandered by

Alas though much as
jocund company it
would no doubt have given
me there in a bit

I had to say ‘no’
as it would not be right
for a sheep to come walking
with me in plain sight

So I bade it farewell
said it had to be patient
sheep are meant to be there
and not bee complacent

at least not enough to
when perchance I should come
to pass by its field
with some promise of fun

But I smiled as I said this
and gave it a wave
which I’m sure it acknowledged
with the look that it gave

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

November reflections

Clouds in the field
and up in the sky
caught my eye there
as I wandered by
Some in the green
and others in blue
reflecting each other
the fall to eschew

For this was November
though you’d never know
with the warmth of the sun
on the ground here below
So I gave them a nod
with thanks for this time
those two fields of clouds
in weather so fine

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Sheep may safely graze

Bach, three hundred years ago
wrote an aria for some sheep
with words by Salomon Frank
full of meaning, rich and deep

Sheep may safely graze and pasture
and they do still to this day
as we approach the roundabout
down here round Shoreham way

We still share those many blessings
which both peace and plenty bring
prompting us to raise a voice
and Bach’s sweet aria sing

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

‘Sheep my safely graze’ was an aria written for soprano and two recorders by Johanne Sebastian Bach in 1713. Words were by Salmon Frank

Sheep may safely graze and pasture
while a shepherd guards them well
So the nation ruled in wisdom
know and shares the many blessings
which both peace and plenty bring

Devotion

Up upon the Sussex hills
on Friday afternoon
I spied a sheep with new born lamb
the timing, opportune

As in my hand I happened
to have a camera with a zoom
allowing me to get in close
and for a moment be attune

It didn’t last for very long
as fleetingly and soon
the pair walked off together
devotion there bestrewn

©Jemverse

 

Sheep

This week you’ll find me writing
(continuing with a leap)
about an animal each day
and today concerns a sheep
We think of them as stupid
but I’m not having that at all
For I know they have intelligence
like this one on a wall

She’d jumped up there on purpose
to get across the other side
Where the grass was that much greener
and no gate she had espied
And that takes a bit of know-how
nay, intelligence, I’d say
Despite her haughty look
and her nonchalance, blasé

©Jemverse

 

Christmas sheep

I am resolutely steadfast
Not to wish the time away
But have been reminded since September
That it will soon be Christmas day

Father Christmas lights and tinsel
Shops force, brazen, to our thoughts
Whilst I’m still thinking ‘summer’
In my sandals and my shorts

But December comes next Monday
So from the attic I will find
The decorations box and tree
For a Christmas frame of mind

Until then to get us in the mood
From Christmas time last year
Here’s Shoreham’s famous concrete sheep
In seasonal head gear.

©Jemverse

Two sheep

Screen Shot 2014-08-01 at 14.48.53

©Jemverse

 

 

Walking Sussex 5

Familiarity breeds content, of that I am quite sure

As for our final walk in Sussex we’re back at the start for more

Two rings with woodland in between, cows in the field and sheep

Undulating downland and hills that aren’t too steep.

Chanctonbury wealdland view takes the breath away

And is particularly stunning on a clear, bright Springtime day

And after five days walking Sussex hills with Wainwrights at the bar

The rest respite with sunshine was perfect at the Star.

 

©Jemverse (16 May 2014)

%d bloggers like this: