A wonderfully pictorial poem by Judie Jacobs of Leeds

A short ode to sheep​

Oh Autumn mist lake with your islands of grey, your fog may be seen from far away.

Your voice has an echo of bleating hill sheep, they roam the hills freely,a picturesque sight, in a lakeland setting of blue, and copper hues their beauty and grace adorn the landscape.

Please let them stay there and not on our dinner plate.