Slowly down the blue road
Drifts a flock of sheep
Down the sloping blue road,
More than fifty deep.
Huddled shoulder-close they move
Along the dustless track;
Hotly beats the midday sun
Upon each wooly back.
Now adown the blue road,
Wide and unconfined,
See a score of rebel sheep
Lagging far behind.
Rounded to a flock again,
Driven they know not where,
Slowly down the road drift
Sheep without a care.
Flock of fleecy cirrus clouds,
Round and fat and white,
Wind, the shepherd, drives them on
Slowly out of sight.
First published in The Sydney Mail, 13 February 1935
Author: Nothing is known about the author of this poem.
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
Drifts a flock of sheep
Down the sloping blue road,
More than fifty deep.
Huddled shoulder-close they move
Along the dustless track;
Hotly beats the midday sun
Upon each wooly back.
Now adown the blue road,
Wide and unconfined,
See a score of rebel sheep
Lagging far behind.
Rounded to a flock again,
Driven they know not where,
Slowly down the road drift
Sheep without a care.
Flock of fleecy cirrus clouds,
Round and fat and white,
Wind, the shepherd, drives them on
Slowly out of sight.
First published in The Sydney Mail, 13 February 1935
Author: Nothing is known about the author of this poem.
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
