In the pasture a shire whose broad muscles once drew a hayrake, a plough, can't hold the weight of his great head and neck -- he will be fed to the foxes. And the Clydesdales and saddle nags that stray along the fence with limps and sagging bellies, with rheumy eyes (one has no tail). But the foxes not having known field or woods, bred, born in long rows of hutches, will die to adorn some woman's neck. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS LOVE'S APOTHEOSIS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |