My old horse who served me well for many years as a stock horse is showing his age - over 30. Like us, I'm sure he's very grateful for the breaking of the drought. However every time I see him I'm reminded of a poem we learnt as children in Primary school - Dobbin by Alfred Noyes. Who else remembers?
Dobbin (Alfred Noyes)
The old horse Dobbin out at grass
Turns his tail to the winds that pass
And stares at the white road winding down
Through dwindling fields to the distant town
From the distance he hears a short sharp trot
And Sees his master a small dark dot
Riding away on the smart new mare
That came last month from Pulborough Fair
And Dobbin remembers, as horses may
How often he trotted that ringing way,
His coat is ragged & blown awry
He droops his head though he knows not why
Something has happened something is gone
The world is changing his work is done
But His old heart aches with a heavier load
He stands and wonders and stares at the road.
I think that is how it goes...nearly sixty years have passed since I had to stand up an recite this to the teacher and class.
We didn't have this poem in the States as far as I know, but I do remember memorizing and writing poems in the fifth grade. It looks like your horse is a beloved friend and I'm glad he's enjoying his "retirement" in your field. He looks so gentle.
You captured your old horse in beautiful light, he looks old and dignified. I like you poem too and believe it fits not only horses but other things that are elderly, sort of sad and a lot like life.
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