I see the golden sun rise far away,
Waking the countryside, painting the day
The clouds glitter, no amount of gold can define this:
The smell of dew on dry clay and the life all around me
The Earth is awake and alive, and we must keep her so
It is time to march the flock through the hilly grazing land
***
First, was the peaceful journey through the vast grassland
Where daffodils, dandelions, mistletoes and guinea grew
And the wading through the little stream that flowed quietly
So that one could hear the fish swim against the waters tide,
Then came the fields of wild grass and their lovely scent
I sat beneath the tree shade and let the sheep treat themselves!
***
The tree roots are my favorite seat, the mushrooms are cushions
Sometimes my thoughts drown in the music the sheep and birds make
The light colored birds fly above me, up in the trees they gather
To watch the queer meeting of white wool spread across the green grass
Some bolder birds came down to join the massive feast
Picking stray insects that fled the grasses as the sheep grazed
*** {so I sang my song…}
Down by the riverside, I must wait for my flock to graze,
I must listen to the beautiful young lamb call out to their mothers,
And I must wait for the sun to set and the breezy evening to come
Now the thoughts of my warm bed, stacked with hay come to me
And the night skies, which when besieged by glittering stars
Tell a lot of stories that takes me, joyfully to dreamland
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