Like Sheep-a poem

Like Sheep

A herd of sheep are journeying up a Derbyshire hill
Between fields they are relocated
The shepherd blows a high-pitched whistle
As they embark on their ascent

Some stoop to eat the grass;
The same grass they can find in their new home
Others are looking at the cars that
Their adventure has forced to a standstill
Such sheep stop and others, oblivious, run into them
Some straggle, almost lost at the rear
But for the shepherd’s shout to persevere
Others charge with no apparent regard to destination
And apparently, no fear
The rest continue to trudge along
Unaware of much save the voice that says Press on!

Sitting here as the sun falls
And the sheep move out of sight
I cannot help but wonder
Which one I am