Tuesday, July 22, 2008

My Favorite Poem...

This poem by Richard Burton has been my favorite poem since I was 14. I hope you will like it too. It comes to my mind often. Especially lately.
Oh, and this is me with my little black lambs that I raised with my dad when I was a kid.

Black Sheep

From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild;
They follow the beck of a baleful star,
Their paths are dream-beguiled.
Yet haply they sought but a wider range,
Some loftier mountain-slope,
And little recked of the country strange
Beyond the gates of hope.
And haply a bell with a luring call
Summoned their feet to tread
Midst the cruel rocks, where the deep pitfall
And the lurking snare are spread.
Maybe, in spite of their tameless days
Of outcast liberty,
They're sick at heart for the homely ways
Where their gathered brothers be.
And oft at night, when the plains fall dark
And the hills loom large and dim,
For the Shepherd's voice they mutely hark,
And their souls go out to him.
Meanwhile, "Black sheep! Black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and wonder why,
And marvel, out in the cold.

-Richard Burton


paula said...

Love the poem. And the picture of you, so cute.

Sara said...

That's a great poem - I'd never heard it before.