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THOUSANDS of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep,one by one going up the hill and over the fence,one by one four-footed pattering up and over, one by one wiggling their stub tails as they takethe short jump and go overone by one silently unlessfor the multitudinous drumming of their hoofs as they move on and go over, thousands and thousands of them in the grey haze of evening just after sundown, one by one slanting in a long line to pass over the hill.
I am the slow, long-legged Sleepyman and I love you sheep in Persia, California, Argentine, Australia, or Spain, you are the thoughts that help me when I, the Sleepyman, lay my hands on the eyelids of the children of the world at eight o’clock every night, you thousands and thousands of sheep in a procession of dusk making an endless multitudinous drumming on the hills with your hoofs.
(by Carl Sandburg, 1878–1967)°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°