A sheep dog for Christmas.

I am in school this afternoon making the Christingles with the children.   As we get closer to Christmas I often read them a poem or two and they like them nearly as much as the grown ups do!
The poems by U A Fanthorpe are a rich source for me......all read with the authentic Lancashire accent of course...

The Sheepdog .   

After the first bright light

And the talking bird

And the singing

And the sky filled up wi wings

And then the silence

Our lads sez

We’d better go then

Stay Shep, Good dog, stay

So I stayed wi t sheep

After they cum back

It sounded grand, what they’d see

Camels, kings and such

Wi presents....human sort

Not the kind you eat

And a baby. Presents were for him.

Our lads took him a lamb

I had to stay behind wi sheep

Pity they didn’t tek me along too

I’m good wi sheep

And the baby might have liked a dog

After all that myrr and such.

I hope you all like this one about the sheepdog.  It has a wonderful ring of truth about it!