A Border Collie's Dream
Where his steps come, there comes the sheep
And where he looks, there are crystal streams
He holds his glance and in his sleep
He is the paragon and lord of dreams

White they are, like mountain snow
Brighter than sparkling fountain glow
He's lighter that footsteps of the moon
More delicate than an angel's tune

Standing in the field, he looks
As if out of legends and books
He sits and watches, commited to his duty
With effortless grace and untrained beauty

Starshadow black and snowshine white
His colors gleam in the moonlight
His face, the light of forgotton years
He looks around without any fears

On this night, as still as thought
On a breeze heaven brought
He pauses with his nose to the sky
In his dream where fairies fly

He stands alone and from afar
He watches the shine of a glittering star
On a night so calm and clear
He'll watch his sheep till dawn appears.


Sierra Lawrence
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