Aug 2020
Green meadows and distant hills
The shepherd sings to the herd
An old folk song, of sparkling rills
The sheep graze, heads bent down
Little bells around their necks
Dance to the tune of the old folk song
The sheep love the water mud pools
Monsoon brings greens and browns
Shelter and food
The shepherd and his herd
From the neighbouring town
Enjoy the picnic, up the hills
On a road journey today
