August
August Verse and August Chorus
AUGUST
A young man is shearing the twenty sheep of Garth. The sheep of Garth have good fleeces. It is beautiful wool…too good for the coats of peasants and fishermen.
Why is the man of Garth not shearing his own sheep, I say. The young man wrestles another sheep over on the hill.
He is sick, he says.
The father of a dead girl is sick.
…..It is wool of such purity, it ought to be spun by women’s hands for a new bride. My workaday loom is too coarse.
Tell the man of Garth I wish him well.