I NOTICE in my car, when nearing A road that tips up towards the sky, The chauffeur opens up his gearing And spurts like thunder on the high; It's quite a thrilling engine-feature, Although I'm half-disposed to swear It's copied from that nervy creature, An up-and-coming Morgan mare. Few petrol charioteers are giving The "go-by" to the Morgan blood, Nor is the yoke of oxen living That's towed a Morgan through the mud; In Summer's heat or Winter's rigor, The Morgan "spurt" is always there— No horseflesh cuts a finer figure, By Crackie! than a Morgan mare. Most any man and every woman Will tell you 'bout a Morgan's eye; It's so enlit with life, so human, The Morgan "strain" should mount, not die; Our folks should rise from Jay to Pownal, From Burke to Bridport—everywhere— And take a hand, like Chauncey Brownell, To save the Morgan horse and mare. A bit of far-off Arab splendor Still shows upon her dappled flanks; I'm pretty sure the Witch of Endor Bestrode a Morgan on her pranks; But long upon our hillsides thriving, She's like the folks our hillsides bear— She's hard as nails for work or driving, The proud, Green Mountain Morgan mare. She doesn't need a feed of clover Each time she straightens out to draw; She always has some grit left over, She always saves some air to paw; How well she wears a premium ticket! How well she stood the battle's blare! The boys that stopped the charge of Pickett Each took along a Morgan mare. So here's to Phillips—man of vision— The Morgan king of Windsor Street, Concurrer in the old decision That Morgan horses can't be beat; He's come from Dixie with his dollars To boost the breed that's getting rare, And when a real Vermonter "hollers," He hands him out a Morgan mare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCY'S DAY, BEING THE SHORTEST DAY by JOHN DONNE THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) |