Herding sheep

[Those were the days...]

The stupid animals run this way and that
I swear that they're actually demons
... sent to torment me.....
They run every way but the way I want
to go .... and if I get too close they jump up
into the air... and land in some other way

I'm sure that they haven't a brain in their head
.... when brains were being given out,
the sheep were out in the paddock!

Not like goats!  Now there's a magnificent creature
You can almost have a conversation with a goat
They will listen to you.... and nod their head
in sage agreement..... and if I spend enough time
talking to my goats,  I can understand
what they say in reply.

And their kids are adorable creatures
.... full of curiosity.... they seek my company.
I lie down in the grass and the kids
climb over me.... what a delight.

1982 at Northcliffe

Ah.... but now I spend my time
herding leaves around my yard.
The days of herding animals are long gone
and the noisy blower is my sheep dog now.
I blow the leaves this way and that
and the little buggas jump in the air
... sneak round behind me! Fancy that

They're just like sheep... those blowing leaves
.... I wish they were like goats!
If leaves were goats, then I'd be content
to spend my days... just asking them
to move ... and they'd go where they are sent. 

© Ian Croft March 2019