| 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 (Copyright) |
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