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...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH [DECEMBER 22, 1864] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |