This is the part of the walk that I've waited for.

I round that penultimate corner,

And the sun shines sweetly onto my face,

Not too hot, and not too cold.

It's just slightly uphill three-quarters of the way now, 
Around the bend,

And then I will turn my back on the sun

And descend to my little rock house

On the leeward side of the hill.

My sheep will greet me and my lamb,

And I won't give a thought to who I am.

Mary, Bo-peep or Goldilocks,
I have no name,

So it's all the same to me.

-jenn