Another Shepherd lore

There are memorable thoughts that goes each night

As the lonely shepherd lays on his bed of soft wool

The days stress comes calling by, dragging each moment with it

Expressing to the shepherd how the day went, rough or smooth

From his bed he must see the stars glittering above the night

And with a smile upon his face he held down his pillow

Reliving the sheep bleat and the soft airs from the green valley

He taps the lid of his cigarette box each time a sheep grunted

And tried to count the numerous stars that stood boldly before him

The night was young and so was the shepherd’s dream!

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