Coarse Power Course Over Horse Sense Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Figurant half-hidden fades below
the plodding hoofs of half forgotten years,
from chariot to dray spanned, disappears.
Hansom, carriage, coach and four seem slow
compared to fleeting Change as change of gears
speeds up events, time feeds on time, view blears.
Dream scheme seems cavalry careers whose flow
once spun the wheels of empires' fates, cocks crow
show 'brave new world', few horse sense hold though tears
nostalgic some still shed for pastures green
as time tides on while beauty rides unseen.