God was humping a goat
whilst, oblivious, the peasants toiled
in their little fields.
A passion of thunder exploded
in the hills. Beads of perspiration
dripped from the weather-
worn brows as backs were bent
harder to the task. God and the goat
parted company as the storm broke
and the peasants took shelter in the hedge.
If you've any comments on this poem, Richard Juckes would
be pleased to hear from you.