Come back home to me, myself Put ye books back on the shelf Play with me in the green wheat field Splash in the stream, tell life to yield
Wise Shepard
O' truth you speak, it is quite grand I ran and played and breathed the land You're a fool with flowers and sun Bills to pay and work to be done
Young Shepard
Blue skies, dream clouds, escape in shapes Pick apples, eat homemade pies, grapes Bike hills and valleys, roll in grass Clouds and life float peacefully past
Wise Shepard
Only if it was possible To dream I could, I'd be a fool Beware, retrospect breeds false scope Family love, blue skies: life, hope
My first Pastoral Poem. They idealized country life. I grew up in the country. They often have dialogue, so I thought this worked to capture the form and content of a Marlowe and Raleigh type of Pastoral. I hope you enjoy.