Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Shepherds Song

  • A Shepherd’s Song

    Evening airs are comfort to a tired soul, Which all morning was submerged in wool, Cuddled by cute lamb, fresh and beautiful. Up in the skies, glittering stars play their role Stories of the giraffe and the moon they tell, How the giraffe ate the sickly moon half! As the Shepherd lay down on the…

  • The Shepherds Song

    Wild are her songs, wild are her imaginations For in the midst of hungry bleating sheep She could make songs that lift the soul ****** Taste of dew on the morning grass excites the herd So that they call out in ecstatic joy to the shepherd And she, noting the excitement, played hee wooden guitar…