While in the Yorkshire Dales
After our meal of pulled pork and apple pie,
thick-cut chips and wilted greens, sated
to the marrow, we discovered still more–
outside, beside a swath of nodding daffodils–
a stepping stone bridge over gurgling waters.
We skipped, laughing, across to the other side,
a trail that wound through a moss haven of woods,
along a drystone fence to the highest hill
where we stopped. There, on top,
one massive sheep, poised like an empress,
detached and magnificent. Solitary, she
regarded us. We could hardly go
any further as we watched her
move not once from her wild throne.
Andrea Potos is the author of seven collections of poetry, most recently HER JOY BECOMES (Fernwood Press), and MARROW OF SUMMER (Kelsay Books.)
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