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The Rock and The Sheep


The 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




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