The shepherd and his flock
The rays of the sun
are like a pair of scissors.
Cutting the blanket
Of down from the sky
The young shepherd
Drives the master’s sheep
From the paddock
Into the veld
His bare feet
Kick the grass
And spill the dew
Like a diamonds
Or a cutters table
a lamb strays away
enchanted by the marvels
of a summer morning
the ram
rebukes the ewe
“woman! woman!
watch over the child”
The sun wings up
of the flaming petals
of a sunflower
He perches on an antheap
to play the reed flute
and to salute
the farmer’s children
going to school,
and dreamily asks
“o! wise sun above
will you ever guide
me into school?”