Sunday, 22 September 2013
The Sunday Posts 2013/Two Shepherds
Donald ran and roared and brandished
his stick and swore
in all the languages
he knew, which were some.
Pollochan sauntered. stood
six feet three silent: with a small
turn of the hand
He'd send a collie flowing
round the half-mile-long arc
of a towsy circle.
and the sheep in a pen.
Photo by Alistair.
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