The Goat Of Gold Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The goat of gold
It lived long ago
Said the Bearded Man
Long, long ago


And lived the Bearded Man
In the caverns high on the
Highest hill
Where he was on par
With the silent clouds
Left
Behind him the noisy nether
Earth.


Ah! it was of gold
Yet moved
Yet breathed
Looked
Sighed
And fell in love
Hated silence
Hated noise
Was rarely seen
But
In these areas
Mountains lived
The goat of gold.


There lived men
There
Ancient men and
Honest men
They had arms
They had quivers
And
They had arrows
Yet
None of them
Ever as much as
Thought of
Touching the goat of gold
Let alone harm it.


And
Lived long
The goat of gold
And
Lived too long and happy
The ancient men and
Honest men
Yet
None of them
Ever as much as
Thought of
Touching the goat of gold
Let alone harm it.
‘Short tale, short tale, ’
Said the Bearded Man
‘but much to learn
But much to learn’
And ended