At times you bellow
A whisper and not a holler
With a collar you caste
A stone on some new idea
And the mild dew
Pours forth the broth
And holds true the idea
As mild and simple
As the shepherd points
His staff and the herd dog
Shops his way
Down the slope
As the morning grove melts with the dew
And the yew sheepishly winds back into the fold
And the yew
Called forth by the sheep herder
Unfolds you with the world of the you.
The Collar defined
– Anonymous
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