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Shepherd’s Tales: King David

The day ends with a big stress for David
But to him, this was not any challenge
As he walked thru the hamlet and pass by an inn,
‘Hello David! Come have a drink with men,
Come and have some fun , will you?’
A soldier called as David passed
‘Oh no sire, I will be late for dinner,
My brothers will be visiting tonight
I must be home before night fall…’
The soldiers grunted a good bye,
‘Alright, anyone seen this huge Philistine?
They say he has got two heads…!’
The soldiers discussed amongst themselves
And Davids ears had picked a word… two heads!
What manner of man will this Philistine be?
David shrugged, he wasn’t meant to fear
David called out to his sheep, whistling softly
As they gather, running towards home together
Bleating joyfully over a full stomach of rye
On the door of the caravan…
David could hear his brother’s voices
Happy memories flood fast back to him
And he quickly locked the barn door,
Patting his favourite sheep on the head
‘Halo there! Look at you, all grown!
Aww, is that a moustache, is that?’ Elihu said
‘Come here, little brother… Come have a sit’
The taciturn Abinadai said happily
David bowed before his brothers
And walked in, leaning his shepherd stick
Upon the wall by the window side
‘Tell me about your sheep and everything’
Elihu said, amused at David’s appearance
‘Oh the sheep! They are awesome!
They are cute and absolutely pretty
I like most the feel of their grey tongues
When they lick off the grass from my palms
I have killed a hungry bear and scared off a lion
When I take the sheep grazing, the sun shine
Look brothers, I learnt the harp while on the fields
The smell of grass in the early mornings, ah!
That I can not equally describe,’ David quipped
The look of disgust fills his brothers faces
As they looked at each other over the table
‘Well I must commend your efforts David,
But we missed your absolute nonsense
Hope you become a man soon enough
And here is a toast to our little brother!’
Elihu raised his mug and everyone followed,
To drink to David’s health and pastoral life

Laying on the bed, David clutched his pillow
Looking thru the window towards the barn
Up the dark skies, full moon shone
He thought of his sleeping humble sheep
He dozed off, smiling at his shepherd privilege
Dreaming that one day he will care for his people, Israel
The same way God made him tend to his fathers sheep

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