Woolly Thoughts
(with apologies to William Henry Davies)

It used to be, when sleep was hard to find
We turned to silly sheep to help us stare
Into the dark and they, obligingly, climbed
In unending line before our eyes.
Looking alike, all black and white
They passed before us through the night
Until we wearied of the same.

But then the scientists cloned Dolly
And, by giving her a name,
Gave sheep identities and took away
Our rite of passage to the light of day.
And then they told us, au contraire,
That sheep just do not stand and stare
But memorise themselves and us.
Another blow to soporific care!

If sheep remember faces,
Will they remember us who call them
When next we  stand and stare
Into the dark of night’s lost sleep?

A famous writer once declared
That sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care
But should the sheep become reluctant
To give their wool to men like us who pester
Them to pass before us through the night,
Our hole-filled garments will remain un-mended.
Tension rises, insomnia increases …

And as we toss and turn each night, the sheep may
Watch us with interested faces:  “Thank goodness
We have no time to stand and stare
Like silly men in holey garments” they may say.
And who could blame them?



(William Henry Davies)
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.


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2 Responses to

  1. Fiona Williamson says:

    I love these poems Mum, I still have the Golden Staircase book, Do you remember? still one of my favorite ones


  2. lyanya582015 says:

    love this Mu, Still have the golden Staircase xx and dip into it sometimes


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