Poem: Gathering

 

morning chases shadows            

                  grass pale, occasionally gold

                  water ribbons, white

                 

make no mistake - it’s tough

this ground of rocks and bog and slant

uphill running, for miles, stubborn ewes

and the bigger picture:

weather, uncertainty

 

here, a shepherd is as camouflaged as any herdwick

a herdwick the colour of rocks

 

wind plays with the sounds of the valley

 

                              listen:

                                                      whistles

 

Craig is somewhere on South Fell

Jonny’s holding the western edge, running

Nick, in the valley, points to ridge, trod, crag

maps the place with outstretched hand:

names shaped by water, rock

and centuries of work

 

                  Esk, Ore, Langdale,

                              Black Crags, Stake Pass, Tongue

 

in the language of this ruffled land

something shifts with passing time

the frame remains, but players change

and the story turns, again, and again

 

we squint into sun

and see what we’ve been searching for:

                  a figure on the skyline  

 

sheep spill down the fell

 

and now we are all on the move  

people, dogs, sheep, water, clouds and sound     

passing over land

 

Jonny yelling away away

Craig calling lie down lie down

Nick whistling, and hollering

look back, look back

 

a scattering of sheep becomes a line

all greys and blacks, ewes and lambs

quick footed on familiar trods, crossing

the beck, the only place they can

we follow, at a run

 

some dash off

the shepherds’ shouts send dogs

up and up, around the crags

 

sheep always want to go back uphill

the hardest bit is getting them down

 

finally, a swell of wool and bleats

two hundred sheep ready to be sorted

 

the threads between people, sheep, dogs, land

tightened, for a time, and we’re all together

breathing, jostling, waiting

 

before the sheep flow back

to the clouded fells

 

that’ll do, that’ll do

lie down, lie down

 
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