She has a look that is like no other in the barn or in the field. Alone in all that she is.
Surrounded by not one who resemble her. Her wool is dreadlocks that adorn her body and her face. She is as dark as the other side of the moon. Often cast off alone to the side. I wonder if she notices that she is the only one in the room? We just conversed about her over supper last night. I had assumed she was barren and what would be her future? But in the cold of the night, as we spoke of her, unknown to us, she gave birth. Putting all the dangerous circumstances aside, she got her baby girl up off that frigid ground! It struck me deeply to my core... Never Underestimate Her! Baa Baa Black Sheep!
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Debra Graner
1/23/2019 01:52:48 am
So glad I re-found this & was able to read about the new life on the farm.
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