Poem by Mushroom Montoya
Photo by Kate Joyce
I would love to be there
Moments before
The sheep arrive,
Feeling happy to be alive,
Standing in the middle of the causeway
As she sheep begin to bray
And flock their way
Across.
I would sing to them
A silly song
About a giraffe
To make them laugh.
I would make up songs
Without drums or gongs
About getting sheared
And getting smeared
with bright red paint
While running around the countryside,
Unashamed,
Completely nude,
Knowing it's not rude,
But perhaps a bit shrewd
And slightly lewd
For sheep to be nude
In the Irish countryside.
