The ewes sit calmly on the grass,
Their newborn lambs beside them;
And man and motor thereby pass,
Not caring what betide them;
Indifferently they chew the cud,
Or stray across the lea,
Their hooves accustomed to the mud,
And, briefly, to be free.
(Branton, Wednesday,5th April,2006.)
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