A Minute Poem for the Kansaspoet Contest |
| The shepherd takes his flock to graze, in summer days, by mountain streams where forage teems. In colder seasons, they go back to valley rack and shelter from the snows to come. Through all the seasons, they survive, and even thrive, in harmony with God’s decree. Note: The Minute poem is a form of rhyming poetry as described and demonstrated in the following link: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/minute.html |