SHETLANDS IN COLL

They brought us here from square green fields
And straw filled stables, busy roads and padlocked gates
With winters spent on frosted ground
And lush green Summer meadows out of bounds.
Driven up and down the motorway
Shampooed and brushed, winning prizes.
Getting bored, growing fat, very lazy.

Think we'd rather be
Soaking wet with wind-torn manes.
But free to choose where to hide
And what to eat Scrambling up and down the rocks
Splashing in and out of water
There is no time to be
Bored or far or even lazy.

Sheila MacKinnon