The peaceful stillness of quiet meadows

Filled with sheep, and just a few cows

Can be interrupted every now and again

As some of the wooly things do blend



In thoughts focused on love recently lost

As the soul within is stirred and tossed

And the shepherd it has recently become

Merges with cheer as sadness is numbed



By the sweetness of a wandering sheep

Which does amble across the pasture deep

Stopping here and there on grass to graze

As it pulls souls out of the dead haze



And momentum then becomes part of the maze

Which we find ourselves in as we do stray

Along paths upon which we did previously tread

As we lost ourselves in other motivations bled



From our hearts in words which resounded 

Against the shells of those who hounded

And now we wonder why it is we bother so

When such fine thoughts do ebb and flow



So we now do call our dogs to herd our sheep

And wander forth into meadows where no peep

Is heard from wooly friends who warm hearts

As we avow to pull the herd together and make

                                 a new start ...



- Tristram