Owain & Gwen Sheep Greeting Card

£3.00
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A gorgeous greeting card with two sweet sheep

These luxury cards are printed from original watercolour paintings by Sarah Reilly.


Each design has a lovely story written by the Artist on the reverse of each card, making them extra special.
Scroll down this page to read the poem!
Proudly printed in England, on sustainable quality board.
Card left blank inside for your own message, measuring 14.8 x 14.8cm. Envelope included.

Owain Gwen There is little to rival the wilds of the welsh mountain range they say From its craggy heights down through the softer peaks and winding pathways Way up in the harsh highest peaks the hardy sheep huddle and keep warm Thunder rumbles through the darkening sky, here comes a heavy rainstorm “Come on” yells the shepherd gathering his herd down towards the tracks Clattering of hooves on the stones as they run ahead avoiding all the cracks As they are halfway down a thick silvery fog hangs heavily in the air Owain struggles to see his friend and worry soon turns to fear, as she’s not there Clambering back up the tracks Owain can’t see and soon finds himself all alone Pointing his ears forwards he bleats for Gwen, where up here would she roam? As an intelligent breed with sensitive ears, he suddenly hears a faint sound Pressing ahead he finds her nearby, with her foot stuck in a rocky mound Through the hammering rain he nudges her foot free with tenderness and care

A gorgeous greeting card with two sweet sheep

These luxury cards are printed from original watercolour paintings by Sarah Reilly.


Each design has a lovely story written by the Artist on the reverse of each card, making them extra special.
Scroll down this page to read the poem!
Proudly printed in England, on sustainable quality board.
Card left blank inside for your own message, measuring 14.8 x 14.8cm. Envelope included.

Owain Gwen There is little to rival the wilds of the welsh mountain range they say From its craggy heights down through the softer peaks and winding pathways Way up in the harsh highest peaks the hardy sheep huddle and keep warm Thunder rumbles through the darkening sky, here comes a heavy rainstorm “Come on” yells the shepherd gathering his herd down towards the tracks Clattering of hooves on the stones as they run ahead avoiding all the cracks As they are halfway down a thick silvery fog hangs heavily in the air Owain struggles to see his friend and worry soon turns to fear, as she’s not there Clambering back up the tracks Owain can’t see and soon finds himself all alone Pointing his ears forwards he bleats for Gwen, where up here would she roam? As an intelligent breed with sensitive ears, he suddenly hears a faint sound Pressing ahead he finds her nearby, with her foot stuck in a rocky mound Through the hammering rain he nudges her foot free with tenderness and care