Are these horses less wonderful for my daughter having to shovel horseshit an hour a day? The teacher would say someone has to do it and go on to the social contract before a lunch of cheese sandwiches, tomato soup and chalk dust a la mode. But we are thinking of horses not teachers. And of the shovel and the dreaded weight at the end that is less useful than the much ruminated cow manure. Throw it out the door. Sally, Nancy, Belle, Saud & Tramp watch with soft curious horse eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE PRECIOUS WORDS by EMILY DICKINSON THE CALL OF THE WILD by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE WHIM ALLEY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE SERVANT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE FLUTE-PLAYER by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT CELIA BLEEDING, TO THE SURGEON by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE DEAD CHRIST by EDWARD CARPENTER |