My Sheep is Jumping over............

 

Have you ever counted sheep?

                I have. Many times.

                                   Not that I own a ranch house.

                              Then don't you want to know where I counted them? You don't have to .You already  know it  because like me, you too  have done it so many times.

It is a very exciting feeling. To imagine an  unending line of fleecy lambs waiting patiently  to jump over a fence.

                 I start counting. "one,two,three,four"......... .

                          I visualize the eagerness of the lambs. One by one they are jumping over the fence  looking at me with their big, round eyes  and I keep on counting. "Fifty five, fifty six, fifty seven, fifty eight......................

                      The tall trees in the  green meadow sway in the wind and bees hum overhead. Gentle breeze soothes me.I feel calm and quiet."Hundred and one, hundred and two, hundred and three"..............

                 My heavy  eye lids lean on the eyes for support. 

                              "Two hundred and ninety nine.......

                     

A picture of a winter scene inspired me to write this poem

                Can't You Hear My Sobbing Heart?

  

 Oh! how I long to fit

 into this heavenly atmosphere,

To walk on untrodden snow

which is something rare

in where I live.        

Reminding me the tales

Of winter Lands

I heard in my grand ma's lap.

The house coated with white,

soothes my tired eye sight.

The horse waits ready

 to pull you to etenity.

Oh! how I long to fit

 into this heavenly atmosphere,

where I can stroll in the floor

of crispy, crunchy snow,

to be exposed to all elements

or walk in the dark woods

 behind the house;

or sit under the tree

reading a book

 of Daphne Du Maurier's,

covering my head

with a  scarf.

Oh! how I long to fit

 into this heavenly atmosphere,         

 let my toes feel

the tingling cold of the brook

and watch  they turn blue;

or to rub my palms together

 and make myself warm,

to open the windows and let

the chilly wind seeeps in.

Oh! Can't you hear my sobbing heart?

Can't you hear my sobbing heart?