This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. Join in or read other entries here!
The Shepherd
There stands the shepherd,
Staff in hand, patient, waiting
On dark, hopeless hill
to lead lost, weary travellers
to sunny, green fields of gold.
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That’s a lovely one, Lucy.
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Thank you, Sue:)
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My plesure. Lucy 🙂
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