Thursday, 9 August 2007

Let's hope they caught it in time

Three little words
by Jim Carruth

Fear the day
father and son
gather the flock
follow the herd
empty the fields
fill the shed
close the door
load the guns
again and again
until it's done
carry the dead
build the pyre
watch the smoke
cover the land
mourn the loss
share the words
love and grief
pain and death
foot and mouth.

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