Walking in Mind

A Trail of Thoughts

A Sweep of Sheep

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For a brief moment,

as they charge up the slope,

they mime

a new collective noun.


In the field beyond they slow

into a familiar formation –

languid, nibbling.

I stare at them

long and hard,

but can’t for the life of me

see beyond a well-worn f-word.



Leaves the


Caught in the already



Author: Alan Nance

Old bones creak along the trail. Words often elude me at my desk. I can't go on. I'll go on.

One thought on “A Sweep of Sheep

  1. A flock of frolicking fleeces


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