UP THE TRAIL
Morning sunrise sees us climbing
up and up
on the mountain trail.
There are pine trees
standing straight and tall.
Brown pine needles
and green grass
cover the ground.
Shadows play with the sunlight.
There is no yellow sand.
The sheep hurry upward,
climbing and pushing
in the narrow trail.
I ride after the sheep.
My horse breathes fast.
His feet stumble
in the narrow trail.
All day long
the sheep climb upward.
They want to eat
and I am hungry, too,
but my mother says,
"No."
All day long we ride
to herd the sheep.
Night is almost with us
when we reach the top.