‘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. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 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 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.