Rare is it now to see a horse and cart.
This age of petrol finds no useful place
For a device that wasteful is and slow.
Horse-power from horses is a thing apart
And travel now has reached a dizzy pace
That would have been fantastic years ago.
So when I see a horse in shafts my heart
Gives a delighted leap; the horse’s face
Shines with a conscious arrogance and glow,
As if he knows his frame defies man’s art.
Old Tom, with carrots, sprouts and beans to sell,
Discusses with the wives the latest feast,
While onward rolls his cart drawn by his beast,
Who nods his head and knows what he can’t tell.
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