SAY THIS OF HORSES
Across the ages they come thundering On faithful hoofs, the horses man disowns. 'Their velvet eyes are wide with wondering; They whinny down the wind in silver tones Vibrant with all the bugles of old wars; Their nostrils quiver with the summer scent Of grasses in deep fields lit by palo stars • Hung in a wide and silent firmament. And in their hearts they keep the dreams of earth, Their patient plodding furrowed to the sun Unnumbered springs before the engine's birth Doomed them to sadness and oblivion. Across tho swift new day I watch them go Driven by wheel and gear and dynamo. r—Minnie Hite Moody.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXX, Issue 21462, 8 April 1933, Page 9 (Supplement)
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111SAY THIS OF HORSES New Zealand Herald, Volume LXX, Issue 21462, 8 April 1933, Page 9 (Supplement)
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