NEVER MIND WHAT THE ****** SHEEP ARE SAYING!
First sheep to second sheep:
"Maaaa!"
which with
subtitles on
comes out as
"He just hasn't got his grandfather's legs!"
Second sheep to first sheep:
"Baaaa!"
Thank God for subtitles
"No...nor the Sheedy stamina!"
And indeed I have
inherited none of these famous attributes.
I, a shortsighted
puny bookworm
not taking to
this cross-country running lark.
The famous runner doesn't run
in my side of the family.
Early morning spiderwebs
bejewel the furze bushes.
A cuckoo calls.
Sheep bleat.
I recite poetry
to the yellow furze
passing slowly by me
I madly in love with Hopkins' words.
"I caught this morning(puff pantpANT!)
morning's(aghhhhh!)glory...!"
"Oh jaysus...he's off on the poetry again!"
first sheep moans to second sheep.
"Poetry at his age..I just don't get it!"
Second sheep bemoans the fact.
I pay no attention to this
sheep commentary.
Hurl Hopkins
at the world.
Slog through the pain
and mud.
"Nothing is so
(gaspgASP!)beautiful as Spring -" I yell!
I become a dot in the distance
of this misty Curragh morning.
Run on into the blue
of these my teenage times.
"The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness;"
"Bè bè" first sheep
to second sheep in Dutch.
"Meh meh!" second sheep
to first in Japanese.
So the sheep I see
are studying foreign languages.
But I don't hear them
and anyway
someone's turned
the subtitles off.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
NEVER MIND WHAT THE ****** SHEEP ARE SAYING!
First sheep to second sheep:
"Maaaa!"
which with
subtitles on
comes out as
"He just hasn't got his grandfather's legs!"
Second sheep to first sheep:
"Baaaa!"
Thank God for subtitles
"No...nor the Sheedy stamina!"
And indeed I have
inherited none of these famous attributes.
I, a shortsighted
puny bookworm
not taking to
this cross-country running lark.
The famous runner doesn't run
in my side of the family.
Early morning spiderwebs
bejewel the furze bushes.
A cuckoo calls.
Sheep bleat.
I recite poetry
to the yellow furze
passing slowly by me
I madly in love with Hopkins' words.
"I caught this morning(puff pantpANT!)
morning's(aghhhhh!)glory...!"
"Oh jaysus...he's off on the poetry again!"
first sheep moans to second sheep.
"Poetry at his age..I just don't get it!"
Second sheep bemoans the fact.
I pay no attention to this
sheep commentary.
Hurl Hopkins
at the world.
Slog through the pain
and mud.
"Nothing is so
(gaspgASP!)beautiful as Spring -" I yell!
I become a dot in the distance
of this misty Curragh morning.
Run on into the blue
of these my teenage times.
"The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness;"
"Bè bè" first sheep
to second sheep in Dutch.
"Meh meh!" second sheep
to first in Japanese.
So the sheep I see
are studying foreign languages.
But I don't hear them
and anyway
someone's turned
the subtitles off.
Thanks to Fr. Hopkins for allowing me to quote from his SPRING and THE WINDHOVER(TO CHRIST OUR LORD). And to the gossipy auld sheep who informed me that in Dutch, sheep say "bè bè" and in Japanese they say "meh meh!"I was running out of things to say in Sheep! So animals say their sayings differently in different languages. My favourite is that in Korean bees go *****
