Carluke High School: Andrew McGregor

 

 

Sheeps.

The soft, pliable, flourishing grass
Would spring back after my tread
Almost as if sponge like.

As I had hoped, in the furthest corner
Of the field the big tups loomed.
But now, they ran.

Turn back?
No, he had urged it.
You’re a big boy now he had persuaded
Don’t be a wee lassy was the taunt.

They tumble from their corner
Surging over the grass – flooding it.
My original fears are reborn.

The pail I had carried scalt
Contents spoiled
And now, I ran.


by Andrew McGregor