Big Jack was strapped in
To pull the burden.
The stump was coming out
That was for certain.
Jack leaned in,
The strap tightning.
The excitement and build
Were frightening.
But Big Jack dug in
and dropped his head.
We knew the horse
stood in good stead.
With one last lunge
The earth released it hold,
The stump came up,
Tumbled and rolled.
Big Jack had done it
with muscle and stock,
Without the help of man
Tractor, or truck.
Big Jack is gone,
But remember I will
The big horse, the huge stump,
On the side of that hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the poignant ending.