Crimson’s Creative Challenge #245 #Following the flock

This beach hut standing all alone

was surely once a shepherd’s home

the wheels which from the floor descended

cast aside, their use now ended

for it stands now on a bed of grass

the wandering life now sadly past

now ewes are brought down from hill and glen

to where the farmer keeps watch over them

memories like these fill my eyes with tears

for I remember when I used to hold the shears