The Attraction to Sheep Fields
I wrote this poem after a recent weekend away – just a 30 min drive to a little village. It made me think of why sometimes we’re not aware of what we’re missing with our bare, biodiversity impoverished agricultural landscape, especially in Ireland.
The Pull of Pastures
This scenery spread out from the village, splashed
With sun, fills one with joy of a morning:
An unfiltered boon as we run to the pool
Through fields of wheat under the evergreen
Oak-clad steeper slopes and hearing the hidden
Mistle thrush and goldfinch from the thistles,
Tangled juniper thorns and brambles
Enticing animals excitingly close
To our gardens along such scrubbed inclines
That goats would grub but tractors cannot grade.
The grazing sheep and cattle have gone,
Without battle, deer and boar and other
Beasts browse, but when by driving north
An hour I arrive in another world, where
Fields unfold before one: green grass rolling
Up slopes to autumnal oaks or out flat past
Hedgerows – or even if there’s nothing else
To be seen but green dotted with cowpats
And sheep shit – that simple fact gives gravity,
Pulls me towards such pastures, like a string
Tied within, knotted well when life was spring.
It’s this kind of feeling that gives Ireland its “green” image… it sometimes may as well be painted green for all the life it has other than cattle and sheep. But we love what we know, and unfortunately we’ve been educated to love a barren ecosystem, and younger people are growing up even worse than us older folk.
Posted on February 20, 2022, in Ecology, nature, poetry, rewilding, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged Boar, cattle, climate, cowpats, deer, dung, evergreen oak, farming, fields, garden, goats, goldfinch, grass, grazing, hedgerows, hillsides, Ireland, nature, oak, oak woods, pastures, poem, poetry, rewilding, roe deer, scrub, sheep, Spain, sunshine, wild boar, wildlife, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Very true and I remember commenting about Derbyshire just being for sheep when a friend said how beautiful and green it is. It is hard to convey to others how much is missing. Your post aims high on this one!
Thanks for the comment. It’s hard to sometimes even know ourselves what’s missing unless it was there when we were alive – the shifting baseline!