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Poem: Shepherding in the Pastoral

Before highways there was the shepherd
Tending to his flocks on the verdant green
Then the pavement and cars came
Rushing by him without ever being seen

They came and flattened the hills
Carved the mountains into dust
Laying down highway signs and motels
Leaving it all until it turned to rust

As lonely cars meander along still
The rotten and cracked route
Still the shepherd stands with his flock
Continuing on empty of any doubts 

From before the time of Ozymandias
Through until the last human falls
In the pastoral walks the shepherd 
Summoning his sheep with his calls

This weeks experimental poem is a pastoral poem. Click here to find out more about this poetry type.

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