I’d go to bring the sheep in, Border Collie by my side,
I’d let her go and at once she’d brake away, but keep her graceful stride.
Like a black torpedo she ran for that mob,
Hard work infront of her but she enjoyed the job.
She was always there to help round them up,
Even when she was a young little pup.
As dull as it may’ve been she was always there,
Whatever the weather she didn’t care.
In the hot dry droughts, and storms with heavy rain,
She’d bring them in, even if it caused her pain.
But now she is old and worn and grey,
And lies on her rug all through the day.
She is extremely spoilt by my family and I,
And at night, on my bed is where she does lie.
But when she looks up at me with those intelligent brown eyes,
I know rounding up sheep is where her true heart lies.
