Sun set slowly above the wood
Shadows appear, shepherd dreams;
A soft breeze upon evening tide,
The smell of sheep dung,
Slices of malted bread,
Songs from the wine inn,
Situated by the river bend,
Sober men drink their heart fill,
Silent hills, retreating birds,
Sally may sing her radio favourite,
Something to celebrate our countryside,
The scent of marigold and rose,
Sleepy sheep bleat gratefully,
Safe from roaming the land,
Some wish for the morning already,
Sops and grapes grow wild,
Sheep love to nibble on those
Smiles bring back what are the shepherds;
Sweet darlings are his memories for the day
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