Through bush and meadow,
Steers, shepherd his herd of sheep.
Zephyr fans them with care.
Sheep’s stomach is full
And shepherd’s mind is gleeful.
Swinging hands he grins.
May there be fairs or
Festivals, minds not the shepherd.
Victual is in leaf.
Good shepherd, the Christ
Leads herd to right, his sheep fling
Leads herd to right, his sheep fling
Hither-thither in unruly way.
sarala
these are wonderfully done
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DeleteOh, those unruly sheep! Trials to the shepherd's soul!
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DeleteThese are exceptional I can imagine them in a book =)
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