Roadtrip poetry

Sheep inspired by scenery between Tamworth and Muswellbrook: 

They stand proud on their mounds gently inhaling the crisp air, exhaling in a telling wisp full cloud of vapour. Their self-insulation is a blissful comfort as the evening sun sinks over the patchwork hills. Easing their way to a scattered tuff, they enjoy a final emerald wisp before darkness envelops them. 

Extract from a written and Illustrated work in progress: The Winter Prince, this is Belltrees


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