"Destined Minds"

Father come hither
you hear the sons cry on the wind
and Father comes and stands by his son
both staring down at the moor

trapped in the bog the ewes bleat
is hardly heard and barely moves
together the father and son
they work together freeing all four

all muddied and tired
too wearied to be pleased with themselves
the father carries the ewe upon his shoulders
whilst the son looks on in awe

the father whistles
and his son keeps pace
his son now races ahead and opens the gate
the ewe never knowing whats in store

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2010