Survival Tactics

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Survival tactics.

 

In wintertime the high moors lie.

A vast expanse of virgin snow.

Beneath a cloudless ice blue sky.

Where only random sheep tracks show.

That life persists despite the cold.

The hardy sheep know where to go.

They seek the shelter of the fold.

Protection from the winds that blow.

Across the high moors constantly.

The only things that bar their way.

Are sheep folds placed strategically.

Though long ago. Still serve today.

Defence against the bitter cold

The sheep share warmth within the fold.

 

Friday, 25 January 2013

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[emmajoy]

' In wintertime the high moors lie. ~ A vast expanse of virgin snow. ~ Beneath a cloudless ice blue sky. ~ Where only random sheep tracks show. ~ That ... '

You've always managed to charm me with your traditional and very lovely phrasing.. and nothing changes, thank goodness! I truly can see the picture you've described .. and brrrrrr .. haven''t the sheep needed such defences.

Many thanks for sharing such a lovely poem and a very Happy New Year - rather belatedly. Waving and smiling in your direction