This is just a little fun poem tellin' the story of a day in the life of a shepherd here in Scotland. ( Yes, I used to be one)
PS, it flows along quite well to the tune of All Shook Up by Elvis
OUR WALK OF LIFE
Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack
Snow blows over every step of my track
Bent right over like a half shut knife
Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.
It’s our walk of life.
I raise my head, just to snatch a look
The driving sleet blinds, every step that I took
My left hands warm inside my oilskin suit.
The right hand’s frozen to my Shepherd’s crook
There’s ice clogging up my tackety boot
The smell of wet dog, coz the dog has shook
There’s a murmur on the right from a babbling brook
A life so idyllic in that picture book
Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack
Snow blows over every step of my track
Bent right over like a half shut knife
Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.
It’s our walk of life.
My face is numb, it aint got no feel
There’s a pain down below, it’s a blistered heel!
The storm clouds darken to my dislike
I seek shelter at the back of a drystane dyke
I coorie down close, dog’s havin’ a scratch
The zippo is bust, I ain’t got no match
The final insult, now my temper’s frayed
The pain & torture, the cigarette’s delayed.
Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack
Snow blows over every step of my track
Bent right over like a half shut knife
Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.
It’s our walk of life.
I head off home, i’ve just about had enough,
The sheep are all fine, my the Blackies are tough
The dog smells a rabbit, he doesn’t think twice,
Rather be home in his kennel where the straw is nice
A spring in my step, I almost reach a jog
With my faithful companion, my bonnie sheep dog.
Who would walk with me to the ends of the earth,
But would rather get back to that fireside hearth
Peat smoke drifting from a chimney stack
Snow blows over every step of my track
Bent right over like a half shut knife
Trusty dog at my heel, it’s our walk of life.
It’s our walk of life.