Neolithic heritage

Wild feral goats
From Neolithic times
The bleakest passes
Steep cliffs rocky outcrops
RuggeD landscapes where
These shaggy souls are feeding
In the Snowdonia air

Disused slate those quarries
Hard to spot they be
The stench of wildness follows them
The ancients doth agree
Large horns adept to climbing
Landscape vegetation
They do the vital grazing
But Not always a salvation

They can clash with agriculture
And human gardens may
Feel the massive damage
They inflict
In just a day