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
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.