‘Pastoral’ by Brandon Briggs The Society June 17, 2013 Poetry 1 Comment In meadows green and pastures sweet, My love and I, we first did meet; She watched me tend my flock by day, And yet at night she went away. She was my sun, my warmth and light, There by day and gone by night. At the stream, swift and cold I would splash, and she would scold, Reminding me to tend my sheep. She’d wade in, and I would peep Her bare feet, so small and white, And I would cry, she had no right To play in there, while I must work. And she would say, I must not shirk; For my lambs had need of me, But she could play, yes, she was free. And with a laugh she’d dance away, Yes, I must work, and she could play. But why must she play by my side? The stream was long, the meadow wide. Surely there was someplace else She’d rather be, off by herself; But without fail, there she’d be. My love would always come to me. Brandon Briggs is a student studying English at Gordon College, in Massachusetts. Related Post ‘The New McCarthyism’ and Other Poetry by Bruce ... The New McCarthyism by Caud Sewer Bile McCarthyism is alive and thriving in the land, but now ironically it is the left that’s going mad. The le... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Jennifer Morgan December 4, 2013 I really like this-it sounds and feels like something written long ago. Her flirtation and his longing…nice job! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.