The Shepherdess

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, The Shepherdess (1889)

The Shepherdess, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

An explorer to this emerald land,
Seeking natural pleasures for my eyes.
Craggy hills of green making views so grand,
Sure to provide many natural highs.

Path made gentle by centuries of hoof.
At the hilltop my eyes captured the sea.
Feelings of having the world in my loof.
Turning a beautiful sight I did see.

Putting my heart in a state of rapture,
It was I now in the palm of her hand.
Was it possible to be love for sure?
If be questioned will follow heart’s command.

My days of exploring have just ended,
With smiles to the village we descended.

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