there was a little billy goat as happy as can be
he lived in the mountains a hillbilly goat was he
he loved country music that was his favourite thing
he could play a fiddle and even used to sing.

people came from miles just here him play
to his country music they would dance all day
they would dance for hours to his country beat
clapping oh so loud as they moved there feet.

everyone was happy as they sang along
to the little  goat playing them a song
when the day was over and it was time to stop
he put a way his fiddle then into bed would hop.

I like goats
a bushel and a peck
a bushel and a peck
with a bell (or a kiss) on the neck

i saw a little goat he was rather weird
he wore tinted glasses and multi colored beard
he looked like a hippy from all those yeas ago
if  he was or not i  really just dont know
his beard it was funny with colors on his face
was he from this planet or from another place
then he started dancing getting in the grooves
a bit of rock n roll and some other moves
he was having fun but i had to go
what time he finished dancing i will never know

there was once a goat he had a coat of white
he had a funny beard such a funny sight
he liked to roam around all along the coast
travelling all around was what he liked the most
one day on his travels while walking down the road
sat there in the hedge he saw a little toad
the little toad was sad and had teardrop in his eye
the goat he said whats wrong. what has made you cry.
the toad said he was lonley thats why he was sad
i have lost my friend he said the only one i had
goat he  said dont cry i know just what to do
we will look together and find your friend for you
then suddenly they heard  another little toad
croaking in the hedge further down the road
it was his little friend that he was searching for
now they were toether and they were friends once more
goat he said goodbye im glad you found your friend
the story was complete and has a happy end

I appreciate your kindness
And attention
Giving me a moment or two
Of your precious time.

I will try to make this meaningful for you.
I will not say too much,
I will try to say just enough.

I used to use so many words
That none were heard.

Like olives,
Or a piece of cheese,
Like any delicacy,
Less is enough,
Washed down
By Ale that's brown,
Or wine that's fine.

Sean Hunt
Windermere July 2015

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*Why is it every thought
I have is of you?

Waking this morning
you were there
lying next to me,
your smile starting my day,
when I was the only one there.

My first cup of coffee
I shared with you,
on the patio as
bird song filled the air,
and I was alone.

The sunrise, beautiful
pastel ribbons painting
the northern horizon
I pointed out to you,
but you were a thousand
miles away.

And even now as
I write this poem,
I do so because like
every other moment
of my life, you are with me
even though you are not.

Why is it every thought
I have is of you?

Because I love you