Shepherd’s Song

 

Shepherd’s Song

I long to hear the shepherd’s song
of peace and praise on yonder hill.
The sheep are bleating loud and strong.
This is the place where they belong.
They graze among the daffodil.
I long to hear the shepherd’s song.
His music reaches to a throng
that gathers near an old windmill.
The sheep are bleating loud and strong.
The voice of meadowlark is still.
I long to hear the shepherd’s song.
The world is good and nothing’s wrong
where music rings o’er rock and rill.
The sheep are bleating loud and strong.
It thrills my heart to hum along
and listen to the lark’s sweet trill.
I long to hear the shepherd’s song;
the sheep are bleating loud and strong.

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

9 comments on “Shepherd’s Song

  1. This is beautiful Freeda.

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  2. Catherine Johnson says:

    It’s beautiful, Freeda! I ought to practice some forms before March Madness.

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  3. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    Good poem, and I like the cover photo, it does look cold.

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  4. I’m not sure I will ever craft a memorable villanelle, but I love the challenge in trying. Anyone else like writing this pattern?

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