11/29/2022
"Motley Crew"
These were two of a flock of sheep somewhere in Stevensville and this is a poem I found on the internet.
Messy Hair
Oh, my messy hair
Entangled and glared in the air,
But free with no care
They are labyrinthine,
Having a mystery behind
Entangled with one another
Flawlessly,
coupled inside out with stormy
Shades, and
Wearing scars by rain, shine by the sun,
Carrying the masses,
Of sorrow and happiness
And crowned with great pride
Sometimes tied in a bun,
Sometimes waving in the air
Doesn’t matter!
Yeah, always messy and
Singing through the air
Oh, my messy hair…..
----Arundhati V. S