A Sheepherder’s Life
On a dusky hillside, the sheepherders and dogs are tired. No bleating comes from the sheep all is at rest. The sheepherder’s whisper of the day and what will come tomorrow. They talk of keeping the wolves away on this warm summer night. They watch the sparks from their fire ascend into the purple night. Tomorrow they will have to move to a new meadow or hillside, the grass where they lay is only roots. They smoke their pipes and talk of gypsy-lore, the sheep, the dogs and herding, a gift from God. This was their father’s life, their life.
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