ArtfulFairyTales...Musings...Poetic Artistry: SHEEP...soft and sweet

Monday, February 18, 2013

SHEEP...soft and sweet

at 3:05 PM

and i don't know why

but i just love them...i do

those eyes

those noses

those darling soft faces

all gathered with fleeces of white

and despite what people say
....about them

about them ..... being and ornery and mean

...i cannot help myself

and one day...maybe...
just maybe...i might have a flock to have and to hold

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5 comments:

Castles Crowns and CottagesFebruary 18, 2013 at 5:55 PM
Beautiful and poetically ended my dear. I too adore their "smile" and wonder at those eyes of theirs! My dream is to hold a horse or rather, HUG ONE and to kiss its velvet nose. And for sheep, in spite of them being called "DUMB", they are fascinating creatures that I could watch all day long.

Ahhhh.....
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Lucys LoungeFebruary 18, 2013 at 6:28 PM
beautiful
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Castles Crowns and CottagesFebruary 19, 2013 at 7:08 AM
teeeheee..I just had to come to see their lovely faces once more. Anita
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Castles Crowns and CottagesFebruary 19, 2013 at 8:10 AM
hmmmm....I wonder what ice cream would taste like with SHEEP'S MILK! teehee...thank you for stopping by sweet ones. Anita
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PalomaseaFebruary 23, 2013 at 12:29 AM
Love them too!!!!
xoxo
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Maybe loving books is not so simple. Just like a healthy relationship needs work and changes with time, so too does our relationship with the things we own as we try to define ourselves and not be defined by stuff. Simply owning books didn’t make me a reader. What did make me a reader was an insatiable appetite for new stories and the things they have taught me. I would not be a better person for owning a library; I become a better person because I chose to read. — New Home, Empty Shelves (via booklover)

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Monday, February 18, 2013

SHEEP...soft and sweet

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