Could you no just find a bin?

[Invisible]

Through the glens up in the country
To the rivers and the mountains
I look out the window
See the wind blow the sheep

For she's a cruel mistress
In a barron wilderness
The people in this country
Mothers nature's on the prowl

Bottles, wrapper, plastic bags
Littering our landscape
Now i ask of you, young listener
Could you no just find a bin

Drinking with your buddies
And kissing all your girlies
Having parties and boozing
But no caring bout the sheep

For if you were a farmer
Social life the former
You have to put it all aside
To feed the great white sheep

This life in the country
Time in this country
Can't take this for granted
Everything disappears

[trix]

is 'at yer own work invisible?

didna hev ye doon as a poet - am impressed!!

[Invisible]

is 'at yer own work invisible?

didna hev ye doon as a poet - am impressed!!

of course its my own work - lolo

Im a poet and you didn't know it.