The Vegetable Cart

 

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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