Dipping the Sheep in a Rainbow

Two hundred well dipped ears flap home.
In front I call a rhythmic song
Cum’on, Cum’on, Cum’on

A rainbow fades into a cloud of violet blue,
the road shone up like pewter
and the flock, centring on the last gate,
spreads on the hillside in a light-washed star.

Some old rustic joy returns
but older now, more controlled,
tiring, just a little, of chasing sheep
and rainbows.


Susan Taylor