ark of the billy goats
there was four of us who went out
to fix the fence after all them
winds blew through
pa put us in charge
and there was no way in hell
jack and the billy boys were
gonna cross otter creek
it was a ‘noah’ storm
at least that’s what we called them
kind that renders rain gauges useless
and pickup trucks limited
wooden gate guards county line
(once pieces of an old barn)
gives way from fence post
tossed into the swelling stream
like Tom Sawyer’s river raft
three goats somehow climb atop
hanging ten (or whatever their number is)
all four of us giving chase
like some kind of cartoon maniacs
racing across the water
june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Ha. This is hilarious. Love the ending. 😛
why thank you 😊
I had to make myself one of the four, of course. 😉