Sheepdog Trials
A long handles crook
In the hand of a man
Surveying his flock
Devising a plan
Lay by his side
A shepherd’s best friend
His black and white collie
Preparing to send
Dog’s ears pricked up
The whistle was shrill
Sent on the outrun
He flew up the hill
He gathered the flock
A good twenty five
Another shrill whistle
Told sheepdog to drive
Slowly he drove them
To master he’s heading
Working as one
Sheep took safely to shedding
© 2008 David Threadgold
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