I wanted to share this one by Naomi Shihab Nye for a few reasons:
- It's Naomi Shihab Nye.
- It's about goats. I've always liked goats, and now they make me think about Severance, and I'm obsessed with Severance.
- It's Naomi Shihab Nye.
So. Poetry. Goats. Severance.
You're welcome.
300 Goats
by Naomi Shihab Nye
In icy fields.
Is water flowing in the tank?
Will they huddle together, warm bodies pressing?
(Is it the year of the goat or the sheep?
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(Read the rest of this short, delightful poem here, and you can listen to the poet reading it here.)
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The Poetry Friday round-up this week is being hosted by Laura Purdie Salas.
Photo thanks to RitaE at Pixabay.
4 comments:
I love the tender, protective tone of the narrator of this poem. Thanks, Karen, for the goats and the Nye.
Karen, you've made me want to say "follow the goats", often better judgment than us nutty humans! Nye will help us through, too, won't she?
Isn't it lovely, Laura? Have a wonderful weekend!
Linda, yes, Nye will help us through. :) And yeah, I think the goats are doing better than we are at the moment!
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