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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Black (10/15/09)

TITLE: Little Black Ewe
By Machele Harrison
10/22/09


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There lies a small green pasture
within a foreign land.
A sheepfold rests upon it,
built by the Shepherd’s hand.

Its endless sheets of grass
are open doors to roam
for nineteen wayward sheep
not satisfied with home.

Saved from cliffs and dens
that fail to hinder them.
They’re experts at the gate,
who leave on any whim.

The Shepherd warns them much;
His voice they never heed.
If only they could see
He’s more than all they need.

These nineteen sheep are white
with hearts of raven black.
But one is in their midst
who’s life is not off track.

There is a little ewe,
who’s black but white in heart.
She loves her Shepherd so;
From His word she never parts.

She knows her Shepherd’s love
and the safety that He gives.
She never leaves the pen,
yet happily she lives.

The Shepherd loves her so,
but not the white of flock.
“With all that dirty wool,
who’d wear it?” They would mock.

Their words would wound her soul.
She soon hated her wool.
“Why won’t they treat me well
and follow sheepfold rules?

Then a night chill came,
as Little Ewe feared would.
Three white sheep jumped the pen,
and open the fence door stood.

Only minutes soon had passed
when a pack of wolves had slay
all nineteen white of flock
in their vicious party raid.

Little Ewe didn’t move all night,
and eventually morning broke.
Unscathed she did remain,
unlike the white sheepcote.

All she could recall that day
was how the wolves missed her.
The dark of night and her coal coat
must have made her one big blur.

“God, they did not see me!
You’ve blessed me with black wool!
Thank-you for my midnight coat,
for it’s such a protective tool!

In her praise her Shepherd came.
He embraced her and said, “Behold,
My Little Flock, I give to you
God’s eternal Sheepfold!”


Luke 12:32 “Do not fear, Little Flock, for it is your Father’s good
pleasure to give you the kingdom.”


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Yvonne Blake 10/26/09
Wow! Great poem! You surprised me. I expected it to end differently. Well done.
Jan Ackerson 10/27/09
Lovely!
Ruth Brown 10/27/09
Very nice poem!
Sarah Elisabeth 10/29/09
Very well done! Congrats on your placing!
Charla Diehl 10/31/09
I truly enjoyed this poem and the message it conveys. Congratulations on your win.
Natalie Cole11/02/09
wow, what a mixed blessing! i liked the humor mixed with slight morbidity- like spices in a dish