With her flock on the rolling hills
I saw her joyfulness
Skipping barefoot with the lambs
I liked her happiness
When she took me to her croft
She showed such tenderness
As she wrapped me in her arms
I loved her openness
She told me the way to live
And was the seductress
Who stole my poor heart away
Image of the painting 'The Hireling' by Holman Hunt found at www.culture24.org.uk/art/art61592
Skipping barefoot with the lambs.. such an image of joy!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of hippy-er days and of images of paradise. Truly, those who spend time in the arms of the shepherdess don't adapt easily to society's strictures. "Poor heart"!
ReplyDeletePhooey to society's strictures I'll take a shepherdess any day.
DeleteLike a lamb to the slaughter or the dance? she sounds like quite the one..think i'd follow too though...i love how you have taken us into the picture and the skip and flow of the words
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, and I love the picture.
ReplyDeleteAh! That's lovely.
ReplyDelete-HA
Ah, it definitely sounds like she has the seductive routine truly mastered!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a happy scene - the lambs and the girl on the rolling slopes. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteaha...femme fatale...
ReplyDeleteHow delightfully bucolic! I am reminded a little of Audrey in 'As You Like It' - though her charges were goats, not sheep.
ReplyDeleteDelightfully lovely:)
ReplyDeletePoor heart..!
Is that why the lambs frolic so?
ReplyDeleteShe looks hot!
ReplyDeleteLovely one...she seems to be an epitome of natural joyousness... :-)
ReplyDeleteIf your going to lose your heart...that is the way to do it. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteEveryone needs a seductress or seducer, I think.
ReplyDeleteAh now this is a beautiful little ditty ... nicely written indeed!
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