Old Nag

Old Nag

He remembers her
Still pulling the wagon,
Swaybacked,
With twisted ache
And working pride.
An ugly old horse
Steps forward-
To place one shod hoof upon
The covered wooden bridge.
Its thumped song echoes
Beyond the next hill
With a knocked sound
Like a rolled hollow barrel
Rumbling-
Above the jubilant
Rocky creek below.

Notes:
(c) R. H. Peat - 5/22/98 -3:01 PM
Form/ stichic/ 15 lines
Raymond Duchamp--Villon
Small Horse, 1914, Bronze Sculpture
15 3/8 inches high

|Selected Poems of R.H.Peat| previous(The Swing)| next(The Blue Umbrella)|
Back to the White Board