Copper, the Goat

Copper

Copper

My goat, Copper
climbed on the rock.
She loved the warm sunshine
She ran and jumped
and made me laugh–
that little goat of mine.

c Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Note: This Laurette form has 6 lines with a syllable count of 4-4-6-4-4-6. Only the two six-syllable lines rhyme.

12 comments on “Copper, the Goat

  1. Dorothy Johnson says:

    Daddy used to tell about the day they bought a goat and how he and his brother narrowly escaped harm. They hitched the goat up to a little wooden wagon, but before they could get in, it took off and crashed the wagon on some trees, tearing it apart. He said they were so proud that they sat around the rest of the day saying, “Well, we got ourselves a goat!.” That became a Latimer saying when someone was particularly proud of a new acquistion. Terry and I still use it from time to time when we make a big purchase like a new car. “Well, we got ourselves a goat!”

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  2. Copper is a great name!

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    • I must tell you. Our son is a plumber, and of course he uses copper pipe to plumb houses; for a time he had a business called The Copper Sink. When we bought the goats for his young sons, this one I named Copper and one of the grandsons named the other, Trimmer because of the way he “trimmed” the grass. 🙂

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  3. Is Copper really your Goat??? how neat!

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  4. Alice says:

    The poem hops along like the little goat. Love it. And the goat.

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  5. Saajida says:

    very cute 🙂

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  6. Catherine Johnson says:

    So cute, Freeda. I love goats!

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