Misty morning clothed in snow
Huddled up with miles to go
Checking sheep out on the moors
Leaving family safe indoors
Man and dog go striding forth
West, then South, then East, then North
Every compass point between
Making sure all sheep are seen
A shepherd’s work is never done
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England. His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up. Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.