When I am an old sheep woman,
I shall wear muddy boots and beautifully knitted wool sweaters
And a felted hat that suits me just fine.
And I shall spend my pension on herb tea and cookies
And fine treats for my sheep and goats, and say we’ve no money for bread!
I shall sit in the hay mow with a faithful collie and kitten in my lap
And listen to ‘my girls’ softly baaing below.
In Spring I shall lay down in the meadow
With kids and lambs all around and drink fresh goat milk
When suddenly, I am an old sheep woman.
original by jenny joseph