These women of Gruyeres appear to have always been a resourceful lot. Once when all the men were with the cattle on the mountains, or at war with their neighbors, and only the women and children remained within the town, the hostile army of Berne sat down before the walls. But the women did not despair. When night came on they gathered together several hundred goats and, fastening flaming torches between their horns, opened the gates and drove them down upon the enemy. Now, in those days witches still dwelt in the forest and goblins yet lived in the mountains, so when the Bernese saw this army of flaming demons charging their camp, they fled incontinently, and the town was saved.
Author's note: My dad's mom's people were Bowman from Switzerland. In doing some research I ran across this story. I found it hilarious. Goats are bad to shake their heads if you have something tied to their horns. I would imagine they were a ghastly sight to superstitious folk. Charging down from the mountain forest shaking their heads and baaing. I know what they are, but I would run from a sight like that lol.
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I like the poem and the story in the Author note. In the days of old. Old mystic fear could control a people. I like the goat too. Thank you for the education and some very good poetry. Thank you.
Coyote
This is a cool poem. Very scary and mysterious one. I love how it relates to your heritage and that you own hooved ones yourself. Great writing. I love the rhythm and the flow of this poem too. Fabulous job!
Good write, Norma. War is such a b(*&^h, I know. But exactly whose land are we occupying for the war? Our soldiers go to pay homage, when there are so many who fail to pay homage to an unnecessary war.
Norma Moore Sutton has written and published two children's books:
The First Lamb
and
Harry Goes To The Fair
She has written and published the first book in the Haunting Memories Series:
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