Welsh sheep bleary eyed <br />Looking dolefully wide <br />In the snow field. <br /> <br />Fleece, like steel, <br />Not letting a drop <br />Of water touch <br />Their skin. <br /> <br />The bitter <br />Cold ground where <br />Hay lies around, and <br />A tray of oats, meet <br />Where sheep's feet <br />Walk to eat and drink <br />From an ice covered <br />Trough. <br /> <br />Bitter winds <br />Blow cruel as snow <br />Drifts in whirls bind <br />All that shows <br />Winters' cruel mind.<br /><br />David Wood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-winter-sheep/
