Daisy Filled Dreams

How lowly the sheep
Prettying themselves on near,
Every green field

In spring... in summertime...
In generosity they yield
Their beauty... ever bleeting
Their days out as meat...
Just meat, only meat
Pretty dinners on feet

And how lowly the sheep that,
Young farmer there keeps
Simple things... thoughtless
Easy creatures to reap

Prettying themselves on near,
Every green field, lambs skipping
and rolling in,
Daisy filled dreams

But did you ever see a sheep
Bark as joyful as dog
Did you ever hear the love in her
bleet
Or the softness of doe eyes alive
In the green
Did you ever look past
All the pretty and green...

Prettying themselves on near,
Every green field
Lambs skipping.. a'frolick, 
With daisy filled dreams

MP 29/8/21