Old Horse
by Paul Hooker
An old horse
is trained to the bit
and accustomed to the yoke and harness.
An old horse
plows a straight furrow
even though a slack hand holds the reins.
An old horse
uncomplaining pulls the wagon
heavy-loaded with the victuals of life.
If you desire
the steed rearing, fiery-eyed,
pawing eager for the battle charge,
the thoroughbred
who minds the rider’s whip and
noses out the win before the wire,
you do well to consider
as you throw the saddle on his back
and reach beneath to cinch the billet strap that
an old horse
is trained to the bit
and accustomed to the yoke and harness.
Paul: from one old horse to another, that is a damned good poem.
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I agree with Shannon!
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the deep furrow of faithfulness you’ve plowed is so poignant that it brings tears to my eyes. what a lovely ode to aging and love.
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