The Shack

by Northern Life

Patricia Preece, Preston

A crumbled shack sits on a hill
Half tumbled, half alive!
Dressed stones scattered on the ground
Covered in frost and snow where they lie.
Sheep wander and search around for food
The silence is beautiful!
Just the beauty of those hills
Nature is in its splendour.
The glistening of the white snow
Sends shivers down your spine!
Only the footprints of the sheeps’ hooves
Show some indentation.
Inside the shack a mother holds her baby
Joseph looks on!
Just the snow and the shelter is all that is needed
And the faint cries of a baby.
Christmas has arrived, a child is born
Man unwraps his presents once again saying
“It’s the same old thing nothing special
If only there was something different this year.”