Peaceful, placid place,
Stoic, stolid face,
Bespeaks of ages past and days to come.
This overwintering rest,
Puts fibers on my breast
That serve me well, then serve a greater purpose.
Soft and fluffy fleece,
Knowing brings me peace,
My swaddling gift for babes and tots and moms.
‘Neath sun-drenched frigid sky,
As cold winds whisper by,
I calmly wait, my shearing day will come.