Heavy thoughts of wild and heavy horses

The laborious slogging
And strenuous plodding
Painstaking and active
Uphill and down
Put out one’s effort
And one’s endeavours
Move heaven and earth
For the sight of a crown

How muscles are driven
Through clods and through clayballs
We pull out the stops
Through the man hours of day
Laden with legwork
And treadmills of tension
Exhausted and weary
That be our pay

Brute force resilience
The pull and the heart power
The spunk and the nerve and the
Back bone of steel
Invincible hot blooded spirits of equine
A sovereign so powerful
Nothing dare conceal

What is incontestable
Legs of deep feathering
Weighty and forceful
Emphatically so
We are the heavies the drays
Of the old days
Stalwart and ready
To unflaggingly go

Out in the fields
Through the tussocks and nettles
Patient yet docile
Ploughing it be
A test for the asking
Constantly tasking
Striving to please
Resourceful and free

Less feed to body weight
Those are the guidelines
Water is life for man and for beast
Twenty five gallons a day
The requirement
Candid and open thats really the least
We have, and team spirit we have such harmony
Rest on our laurels and sink in the hay
Heavy the horses with great conformation
Able to work with forbearance each day

Come with the master he is not a tyrant
But hunts with the hounds which to me is a sin
Floating his anarchy over the hedgerows
Subjecting wild souls to a downtrodden spin
Our need is restraint in the face of such evil
Ridden sometimes we are ridden too
The sweat of his loins and the dark of his passion
The wilderness children who he must subdue

Where are the laws that restrict so called countrymen
Where are the police with restrain Orders they
All should be ostacized and made to follow
We need the adherence and it must stay
We heavy horses giants in waiting
We feel the sadness and the misery
Our joy is lasting when all else is casting
The countryside blasting its great symphony

We with our height can see over the barn walls
We look at the cloudscape and smile with the sun
We work with such symmetry it is no burden
To lay down on the earth when each day is done
Remaining buoyant our mettle on fire
Our slow and, stalwart gait and our desire
To seek transformation and wonderment where
Man stuff is causing now so much despair

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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