And so I sing this song of praise For travelling sheep and blowing days. from Hardening of the Light: Selected Poems of David Campbell As I was going through Windy Gap A hawk and a cloud hung over the map. The land lay bare and the wind blew loud And the hawk cried out from the heart of the cloud. ‘‘ Before I fold my wings in sleep I’ll pick the bones of your travelling sheep, ‘‘ For the leaves blow back and the wintry sun Shows the tree’s white skeleton.’’ A magpie sat in the tree’s high top Singing a song on Windy Gap That streamed far down to the plain below Like a shaft of light from a high window. From the bending tree he sang aloud, And the sun shone out of the heart of the cloud And it seemed to me as we travelled through That my sheep were the notes that the trumpet blew.