Form: Cornish Sonnet
The shepherds came from their sheep on the hills
And peasants came too; a moment to see
The animals joining in, angels in frills
All joined together in days old and wild
Turning point of religious history
They’re all gathering to adore a child
A shining star to guide travelling kings
They’re bearing gifts; a cup of pure gold
Frankincense too, and myrrh of all strange things
From men of wisdom travelling so far
Sigils of life, living, and death: so bold
The gifts of the kings who followed the star
They’re all gathering to adore a child
The gifts of the kings who followed the star
©JGFarmer2020