Sheep

In place of shells, what Ireland has Within its seas of green Are sheep of all varieties, The sweetest you have seen. From fat white ewes with nursing lambs To black-faced local beauties, They dot the landscape, chomping grass, The bulk of all their duties. While riding by, with photo stops, I gaze at them, delighted And seeing collies herd them, I feel gratefully invited To witness such a time-worn rite The herders have perfected. I'm thrilled to be here and my joy Is more than I expected.