Poetry

The Benevolent Shepherd

Somewhere in the distance,

Where trees no longer grow,

Sits a merry cottage,

surrounded by snow.

Nobody visits,

And nobody'd dare,

But as they walk by,

The inhabitant stares.

And alone in that cottage,

A poor woman hides,

And she waits all alone,

While the rich live their lives.

Then one day,

A shepherd walks past,

And when he sees the cottage,

He walks to it fast.

And he knocks on the door,

Of the cottage, so gay,

As the woman inside,

Looks up in dismay.

She answers the door,

With a frown on her face,

And as the visitor beams,

Her frown is replaced.

The woman grins,

And points inside,

She offers him a meal,

But then he denies.

He gives her a sack,

And then walks away,

She opens the sack,

Then starts to pray.

The man turns around,

And smiles to himself,

He was somehow happier,

Without all his wealth.