A Gift of Fleece

This pasture serves its denizens quite well
A place where they can thrive while roaming free
Until, like Pavlov’s dogs, they heed the bell
That clangs in urgent clamoring “come see.”

The trusty Sheltie rounds them up with ease,
Conditioned to their four-legged shepherd’s press,
And gathering, prepare to lose their fleece
So prized, to make a deftly knitted dress.

Once shorn, it’s weighed, dyed, spun like glass,
To finest weight with silken fibers wove,
Or may become a fish-man’s Aran vest,
With course and oily warmth, ‘gainst spray and cold.

Voracious knitter, I, caress the skeins,
Each lovely, though the same from whence they came.

Light and Shade Challenge

image

One thought on “A Gift of Fleece

I'd appreciate your feedback (Please, leave a comment)!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s