There's a long, long trace awinding Around the hocks of my team The martingale is missing And the left brake beam. I've got the collar round his quarters Got the crupper round his neck And it all looks damn peculiar but She's goin' to roll, by heck! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |