Poor Lil' Brack Sheep
Poor Lil' Brack Sheep dat stray'd away,
Done los' in de win and rain, An de Shepherd He say,"O hirelin', Go fin' my sheep again." An' de hirelin' frowns, "Oh Shepherd, Dat sheep am brack an' bad." But de Shepherd He smile like de lil' brack sheep Is de onliest lamb he had, Is de onliest lamb he had. An' He say, "Oh hirelin', hasten! For de win' an' de rain am col', And dat lil' brack sheep am lonesome Out dere so far from de fol'," An de hirelin' frown, "O Shepherd, Dat sheep am ol' an gray." But de Shepherd He smile like de lil' brack sheep Wuz fair as de break ob day, Wuz fair as the break ob day. An he say, " O hirelin', hasten! Lo here is de ninety an' nine, But dere way off from the sheep fol' Is dat lil' brack sheep of mine." An de hirelin' frown, "O Shepherd, De rest ob de sheep am here." But the Shepherd He smile like de lil' brack sheep He hol' it de mostes' dear, He hol' it de mostes' dear. An' de Shepherd go out in de darkness, Where de night was col' an' bleak, An' de lil' brack sheep He fin' it, An' lay it agains' His cheek. An' de hirelin' frown, "O Shepherd, Don't bring dat sheep to me." But de Shepherd He smile, an' He hol' it close, An de lil' brack sheep...is me! An de lil' brack sheep...is me! By Ethel M. C. Brazelton |
Added September 19. 2017. This poem was a gift to me from Jodie Watkins this past winter. I add it here as a memorial of the tragic death of her son, Tim Watkins.
Tim was shot and killed on September 14, 2017, as he road his mountain bike on the trails in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains west of Mount Herman.
Tim was shot and killed on September 14, 2017, as he road his mountain bike on the trails in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains west of Mount Herman.