Colin Breck Boardman


The Black Sheep - Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

The black sheep
Goes about his business
In his inconspicuous cloak,
Discreetly lying low,
His potential modestly hidden,
His appearance quite belying
Those innate capabilities
That others would offend;
Drifting through the usual fields,
With an unusual frame of mind,
He dreams of Arcadia and the time of heroes,
Invisible to all but himself,
No one else discerning
The true measure of his talents,
As he disappears into the crowd,

Unseen.


(CBB Aug 2011)


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 5, 2011



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