The Shepherd's Dogby Leslie Norris (1921-2006)
Out on the windy hill
Under that sudden star
A blaze of radiant light
Frightened my master.
He got up, left our sheep,
Tramped over the moor.
And I, following,
Came to this open door,
Sidled in, settled down,
Head on my paws,
Glad to be here, away
From the wind's sharpness.
Such warmth is in this shed,
Such comfort from this Child,
That I forget my hard life,
Ignore the harsh world,
And see on my master's face
The same joy I possess,
The knowledge of peace,
True happiness.
