The goat painted red
The town, until it ended up dead
Leaving its huge bread
II
It wore it all
And all unlike poles took the fall
Until that nasty call
III
The knife watched as it grew
Time bit and fanned it as it grew
It felt not the wings of time as it flew
IV
An occasion is all it took
For all eyes to have a look
And for all minds to have it booked
V
Where did it all go?
The many things and beautiful flow?
It would’ve been better if it lived
It would’ve lived longer
Although slimmer and spared itself the tip of cruel knife
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
2 replies on “ABUNDANCE BEAUTY”
This poem is outstanding. We are preparing my acreage to have 5 or 6 goats so your poem is especially interesting.
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Wow! Thank you for letting me know. Happy new year George.
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