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

Merry Christmastime –Haiku 12/12/12

red, blue, yellow, green
strings of lights hang on houses
Merry Christmastime

soft touch of snowflakes
sticking to the windowpane
fireplace all aglow

sparrow in barn loft
roosting on a bale of hay
sheep in the meadow

*shepherds in the field
near the town of Bethlehem
the night Christ was born

our Lord– the reason
why bright lights hang on houses
red, blue, yellow, green

(*Re: King James Bible,  Luke 2: 7 & 8)

c Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols