A flock of timid sheep skirt the hills and keep to valleys preferring man-made pens to being chased by wolves nor do they stop multiplying until they fill someone's gut food for men from head to tail chomp chomp till nothing's left | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHANSON D'AUTOMNE by PAUL VERLAINE BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD VALERIAN by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CANTICLE OF LOVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 1. IN AN ITALIAN HILL TOWN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A GOLDEN WEDDING: C.B.-E.A.B., 1825-1875 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |