One evening I go to a shepherd's hut
How quiet it is,
And when it becomes dark,
The only sound-
The soft breathing of lambs...
The smell of grass and sweet milk
And when you look out,
You will see trees in the wind
That move silently-only this...
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A far more desirable dwelling than where most of us will lay our heads down this night. The pleasures pausing at our nose and before our eyes refresh every part of us.............. Very comforting................ I like it a lot Jim Troy