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The Rock and The SheepThe little sheep that grazed upon the rich green grass Has not always had such a joyful past Her woolly coat, which glistened like pure snow Was once muddy and tattered not so long ago I was the rock in the field I saw what the past, present and future would wield I had always admired her but never been heard And I felt powerless as I saw the abuse she occurred She sang to other sheep, with poetry in her baa's They did not see, beneath her wool were attrocious scars I saw what the shepherds did to her I saw the way the farmer ripped of her fur But still she stood, upon her hills of green and grey Knowing that tomorrow was another day I called out to her, “be strong! Believe in yourself, just I like I do!” But she never heard me. Rocks can't speak in case you never knew She refused to eat the grass, and she became weak Whilst I mastered a way to speak She used to cut herself on the barbed wire fence Causing the pain she felt inside, the cutting became too intense Then one day, I don't know how? Something changed Through her madness she had become deranged But she came up to me one day And said “ you're the rock that has been with me and never turned away” “No never turned away, my little sheep that's true” “I have seen what they have done to you” She bowed her head, and nuzzled herself to me “Will you? My rock, will you keep me company?” “Always my sheep, always!” And I kept that promise till the end of her days. For Chelle, whose strength and courage has won my heart and friendship forever..xx Vote for this poem
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