The Town

I am a place where the mountain goat dwells,

A place with many stone wells.

A place where a river starts,

And really early the day departs.

I know it’s 5 when the cock starts crowing,

And it’s 6 when men go rowing.

They row as noiselessly as a thief

While women at home are cooking beef.

I know it’s 7 when I hear mothers giving calls,

To little children in overalls.

It’s 8 when children go to school,

And men come home and start to drool.

To drool at the beef made,

By the ones they treat as maids.

I know it’s 9 when men go to the markets,

While women at home weave jute baskets

Then I spend time with my momma,

You may know her as flora and fauna.

I take care of her in her old age,

Since humans destroy her for a daily wage.

I admire her eternally changing beauty,

And she praises me, for fulfilling my duty.

I am amused by the play of her frogs and crocs,

And she likes my children playing in shoes and socks.

Then before I know it, the sun goes to bed,

And the moon comes out with a balding head.

I wish I could wish my humans a ’night

’cause they fill me up with life and light.

At night not a mountain goat dwells,

No one goes to visit the stone wells.

But the river keeps flowing down the slope,

While humans sleep like they have had a dope.