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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Purled and Plain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A century ago or more, <br>a ship was wrecked in seas remote<br>and ‘mid the flotsam cast ashore<br>on limestone coast, was boy and goat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On windswept isle of grass and scrub, <br>the goat was free from ship's confine, <br>The boy used frantic hands to grub<br>the remnants spat from sated brine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some bags of wheat, a box of tools, <br>he dug from sand to grant relief, <br>Though most the bounty lay in pools, <br>unreachable on distant reef.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He supplemented meagre fare<br>with bitter berries plucked from shrub, <br>And mutton birds entrapped with snare<br>were baked on fire, sparked by rub.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ground the wheat to make a flour<br>and over stones, the dough was spread.<br>The fragrance drifted by the hour<br>and goat was drawn by fresh baked bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He only sought companionship<br>and never planned to eat the goat, <br>With winter's ‘proaching icy whip<br>he knew he'd need a cashmere coat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goat's lower jaw slid side to side<br>and yellow eyes had black slit stare, <br>With shears from toolbox opened wide<br>the boy slow clipped its shaggy hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It took him weeks to hand spin yarn<br>and fashion knitting pins from wood, <br>And further weeks to stitch and darn<br>the front to back with sleeves and hood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The goat made charge as show of scorn<br>with flying hooves and lowered head, <br>The boy made threat to cut its horns<br>for buttons, but used wood instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The goat grew back its hair twice thick<br>as winter seized with frigid grip, <br>The boy donned coat and buttoned quick<br>when out of blue, appeared a ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boy was saved but goat remained<br>a taste of freedom in its blood, <br>The boy looked back as vision waned, <br>the goat stood, placid, chewing cud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boy became a man of lore<br>who crafted tales and ably wrote, <br>And kept in some forgotten drawer<br>a wooden-buttoned goat hair coat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diane+Hine">Diane Hine</a><div class=q>
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a ship was wrecked in seas remote
and ‘mid the flotsam cast ashore
on limestone coast, was boy and goat.

On windswept isle of grass and scrub, 
the goat was free from ship's confine, 
The boy used frantic hands to grub
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