HORSES and men are just alike. There was my stallion, Billy Lee, Black as a cat and trim as a deer, With an eye of fire, keen to start, And he could hit the fastest speed Of any racer around Spoon River. But just as you'd think he couldn't lose, With his lead of fifty yards or more, He'd rear himself and throw the rider, And fall back over, tangled up, Completely gone to pieces. You see he was a perfect fraud: He couldn't win, he couldn't work, He was too light to haul or plow with, And no one wanted colts from him. And when I tried to drive him -- well, He ran away and killed me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PANEGYRIC by ABU BAKR MUHUMMAD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 2 by GEORGE BARKER TO NATURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SMALL THINGS by BERENICE K. BOSS LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE, THE AUTHOR LEFT .. VERSE by ROBERT BURNS |