Those upholstered hands
Of toughest leather
Have withstood
The foulest weather
Yet can be soft
As a mid-wife's shawl

Those caring hands
Bring new life to be
Assisting nature
Eagerly
Always waiting
A struggling mother's call

Come wind or rain
He's always there
To play his part
And see them fare
Uncomplaining
A friend to all

Food and shelter
He will provide
The shepherd
Always by their side
To protect
Those creatures small.

Poem by Meurig Jones

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