David Wood

Gold Star - 12,216 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

The Shepherdess (Villanelle) - Poem by David Wood

A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast
Against a dry stone wall on a windy hill
She cradles it with love so truly blessed

Over steep Welsh hills they roam best
Hardy hill sheep bred to wander at will
A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast

Long fleeces waving in springs unrest
Bleating lambs at teats taking their fill
She cradles it with love so truly blessed

A brooding landscape the ultimate test
The valley below a patchwork sits still
A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast

Her love is her flock she tenders with zest
Caring for her lambs with love and skill
She cradles it with love so truly blessed

A shepherdess her lambs so caressed
Her life with her sheep is always a thrill
A shepherdess with a lamb to her breast
She cradles it with love so truly blessed

Topic(s) of this poem: countryside, farm

Form: Villanelle


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015



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