He snorts commands through
flared nostrils, seeks any lack of loyalty
in the eyes of his subjects
knows the fruit of his labour will
be rewarded, the crops
below soon to be plucked
then accolades for his watchfulness.
The boy not yet seven yearns to
do more than shepherd these
seven sheep, and chase
deer from a family blueberry field.
© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
