a place i adore...


Scape Goat Hill

How strange a name for a village
Where everyone is direct today!
Maybe back in the old lineage
An old squire needed a way
To banish proof of his pillage.
And that's all the serfs could expect.

Today they gather nuts where they may
And squire themselves with truth...
Nothing less will be accepted...
They are circumspect but loose.








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Written on 2010-12-23 at 02:14

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John Ashleigh
You deserve the editors choice. A well written peice.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-27


Awenlimobor Sylvester
Brilliant!
2010-12-23


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2010-12-23


NicholasG
A grand poem for a hill with a grand name! I can invision some poor soul sitting at the top, being blamed for anything and everything!
Thank you for enlightening me to such a delightful name!
Nick
2010-12-23