Shepperd.

Thin and strong, a prodigy of slow endurance,
Stands tall amidst the fields of green,
Incapable of mercurial flight,
Unlike any of his goats, he dares to dream.

With bulging muscles and a sinewy frame,
He ploughs the earth with honest toil,
A master of his land and beasts,
His spirit is unbreakable and loyal.

His eyes are deep, his face is lined,
A life of struggle etched in stone,
But from his brow, light does shine,
Of rugged beauty all his own.

He’s a man of steadfast heart,
A warrior of the earthly plane,
And though he’s tethered to the ground,
His spirit soars beyond the plain.

So here’s to the thin and strong,
The ones whose power lies within,
May we all find such mighty grace,
As we journey through this life of sin.

Steve Halstead.

Gordale Scar

As I walked with friends, we found our way
To where the earth had split to play
Gordale Scar loomed up ahead
Its jagged cliff like edges bled

In awe, we stood, the rugged scene
As if we knew just what it means
For in this place, where nature reigns
Our world feels small, and our troubles wane

We scrambled up its rocky face
With memories, we’d soon embrace
The hush of wind, the roaring fall
A sense of peace that touched us all

And though we faced a daunting climb
The view was worth the thrill and time
We shared a bond that day at Scar
One that will last, though near or far

So take a friend and take a chance
Discover life’s wild romance
In Gordale Scar, where nature sings
You’ll find strength in life’s limbs.

Steve Halstead.

The Love Of The Bluebell.

Amidst the fields where wildflowers grow,
There stands a flower that seems to glow,
A symbol of humility and grace,
In the language of flowers, a sign of everlasting love’s embrace.

The Bluebell, in its vibrant hue,
A symbol of constancy, gratitude and truth,
And if you turn it inside-out with care,
You might win the heart of the one you share.

Wear a wreath of bluebells with pride,
For only the truth shall you confide,
And at that moment, the world will align,
Bringing you closer to love divine.

Let the Bluebell’s beauty inspire,
To be humble, constant, and never tire,
Of pursuing love that always burns bright,
With this flower as our guiding light.

Steve Halstead.