Dark Exmoor night; see lights shine out from sheds
Where panting ewes and standing cows bide time
As through the night tired souls get up from beds
And go again to watch their stock. Hours chime,
They wish themselves asleep some more and yet
Seek out first signs of stirring life. They wait
To ease the way with skill or call the vet
When trouble shows and problem signs dictate
Till bleating lambs and rasping licks relieve
Concern and nursing dams bring young to suck.
The dawning sky creeps in new day to weave
And skippy legs with wagging tails can buck
About their pen. The school bus comes uphill
To take the kids to class against their will.