This beautiful rugged
Timeless land, still exists
Between the slow ticking seconds.
Clouds sweep the valley floor
As they have done for centuries
And week old lambs
Cease their chasing
As the shadows loom
For in that instant
They see their destiny.
A ewe has a twisted leg
A dislodged roof slate
A breached wall, and a spade
Lent last year to a neighbour
All need out attention
So this morning we will do what we can
And later we will know ours.