Poem 153 - Lazing on the hills

A cool breeze blew, I walk up the hills with the sheep

The hill covered with grass, smells nice, the sheep dance and leap

I sleep on my back, looking at the clouds, changing their shapes

I had bought my food basket, it had sandwiches, milk and grapes

I felt like a kid in Sound of Music, when they sang Doe - a deer

I heard a spring nearby, I found it, out came water crystal clear

I started singing, my sheep seemed to like the song

It came near me, I sang it fully, It was nice and long

I had a most delicious lunch after that

After eating the last sweet grape, my stomach I did pat

I walked back with the sheep, the picnic basket, now light

I hummed the song as I went, for me the day had turned bright

-Gaurang Rao

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