It says on the Gate ‘Three Goat Farm’
Your pretty little heads, dark brown and black
nod gently at farmer Jo.
Your beards dangling under your chin.
Your pure white bodies cotton balls on sticks
dotting the emerald green hillside,
One, two, three …..
Smiling up at your gumboot-ed keeper,
who smiles back at you.
Behind on the same hill floats
Your flagship S.Y. Well Being,
A perfectly scaled,
white cottage galleon,
Powered by white,
bellowing sails of washing.
Yours is a sweet scene,
Capturing my imagination,
As I pass by.