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Susan Farrell
I live in Rostrevor and have been writing since September 2005. I鈥檓 not quite sure why I started writing but have produced a lot of poems since then. Mostly these are about my environment here in the Mourne Mountains and my feelings as a woman, social observer and an inhabitant on planet earth. I am on my third career, none of them related to writing, have two grown up children and six hens.
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A Shepherd
by Susan Farrell
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A shepherd stopped his car at the brow of the hill
diverting back road travellers
to the wrong side of the road
on the early morning rat run.
Obstructing the race, the faster pace
unknowingly single-mindedly
unlatches the gate.
Climbing the hill, shaded
after sunrise ,cold smooth slips
of mud and bare grass.
Disappearing tracks through gorse
coarse yellow scented spikes.
A plastic bucket in each hand,
deliberate tweed jacket
and flat hat. Dog barking
and hopping, slyly
eyeing the sheep.
Ewes huddle at the stone wall,
slyly eyeing the dog
And the shepherd tends his beasts.
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