A Wooly Ride

[kirkawilson]

 

[smstonypoint]

You could call it sheep transportation!

Sheeps that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Sincerely,
Hank Longfellow (deceased)