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.