This is the time of year when our Icelandic Sheep begin to lose their fleece. Some shepherds shear in Spring and Fall, but we only have our sheep shorn come Fall. In Spring, we roo our flock, pulling out tufts of fleece and sometimes rolling off whole coats at once. Icelandics have a natural wool break in Spring, and this makes the rooing easy. Plus, sheep love to feel fresh air on their bodies, so they usually stand quite still. (Just imagine spending a whole winter wrapped in the same blanket!) I'll post a picture of this crazy process soon, because it is fascinating. Lately, I've been thinking about how these woolly creatures must be feeling in such hot coats.
Nora Looking Warm
Photo by Amy LV
Spring Sheep
Take me.
Make me naked.
Make me naked.
It's awfully hot
in here.
in here.
I'm full of wool
but I'll feel better
but I'll feel better
once I'm not
a walking sweater.
a walking sweater.
Give my coat
to bird and nest.
to bird and nest.
Knit yourself
a cozy vest.
a cozy vest.
My fleece is yours
to card and spin.
to card and spin.
Shepherd --
get your shears.
get your shears.
Begin!
In this ongoing celebration of National Poetry Month, Elaine Magliaro at Wild Rose Reader lists several sites full of poetry-joy, including a few videos of poets. She also invites us to write and submit mask poems to her "Great Animal Mask Poem Post". I've always loved pretending to be something different from a human...haven't you?
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