A Sheepherder’s Life – A 100 Word Short Stor

06 Jun



A Sheepherder’s Life

On a dusky hillside, the sheepherders and dogs are tired.   No bleating comes from the sheep all is at rest.  The sheepherder’s whisper of the day and what will come tomorrow.  They talk of keeping the wolves away on this warm summer night.  They watch the sparks from their fire ascend into the purple night.  Tomorrow they will have to move to a new meadow or hillside, the grass where they lay is only roots.  They smoke their pipes and talk of gypsy-lore, the sheep, the dogs and herding, a gift from God.  This was their father’s life, their life.




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6 responses to “A Sheepherder’s Life – A 100 Word Short Stor

  1. sedge808

    June 7, 2016 at 3:56 am

    very cool.


  2. tmezpoetry

    June 7, 2016 at 4:04 am

    There is something so calm and quiet in this poem. Yes, the sheepherder~


  3. reocochran

    June 10, 2016 at 8:50 pm

    I admire how you captured the essence of the early evening tide, Ann. The portrait and lovely words go together nicely and make me feel a sense of serenity but also their being “on guard” to protect their sheep. . .
    I am not sure but I used to always call you Elizabeth, so which do you prefer, my friend?

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    • elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

      June 11, 2016 at 12:24 am

      I answer to both of them, my friends call me Ann. Have a great weekend, it is 95 degrees here in Wisconsin today.


  4. conflictedhealth

    September 4, 2016 at 12:30 pm

    Sheep and sheep herders are under appreciated. Good story.

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