I leant on Dunnottar Castle's field-stile <br />Lingering by the ruin's entrance <br />Watching fat sheep on green hillocks <br />Waddle <br />Their fluffing woollen fleeces <br />Swinging <br />Like greatcoats in the wind <br />This way <br />That way <br />Shifting their heaviness <br />Behind the gusting air <br />Carrying their unborn lambs <br />A caravan of innocents <br />Preparing for the birth journey <br />And I think of Prestonpans <br />As Jonnie Cope's men <br />Slept <br />While Charlie's boys <br />Crept in for the slaughter<br /><br />Penny Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contemplation-10/
