When The Baa Is Heard Poem by ABD ELHAMID REMILI

Where the baa is heard
And the sound is bird
Where the flow is theme
Seen in running stream



When the rain is mist
And the eye is moon
And the river is twist
Fringed with the trees
Where the dove does croon


When the sheep and bird
Voice nature's chord
Chiming with the breeze
Wafting from the trees



It's here where pain is relief
Nothing from town to grief
It's the mountain call
When you're about to fall



Just take only your soul
And wing your fly and stroll
Among the mead and space
Poetry is there to embrace



Come with me and feel
Beside the flocks new thrill
Cliches worn out in streets
Fresh feelings got in the hills



I do not sheep herd
I am just writing word
And i mourn the years
Spent down with fears



If i knew the cheers
Got in virgin beauty of mead
Would never at home stay
Among sheep i would only die



When the baa is heard
When the song is bird
When beauty is word
It's what God has made