Mid-Chew

What is it that the ram sees Looking at me Human walking by To stop and stare For an instant The grass grows For the eating The sheep fattened For the slaughter? Not for me, thanks I prefer to See the sheep As part of the landscape A brother made For this beautiful place With just as much right To be here as I More perhaps, for I am the intruder here I will leave you to your Business, brother I am honored That you have allowed me To share this fleeting pastoral Moment With you. ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in The Ghost of Rabbie Burns: An American Poet's Journey Through Scotland, Indelible Mark Publishing,2016)