Iron Horse Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Iron Horse



there was a man who invested heavily when Bill Gates
started Microsoft and he became a multi-billionaire.
Looking at a picture of Bill and his wife, Melinda
both had pale indoor faces spending their time writing
checks to Africa.
The rich man decided to become a farmer of the old school
but since also remembered muddy boots from his childhood,
he made a mechanical, a big horse that could plough
six furrows at a time all he had to do, was to sit in a corner
and direct the horse which when coming to the end of a field
turned and ploughed in the opposite direction.
One day he forgot the on and off button and the horse
continued over total road destruction, and into a nearby
housing estate creating mayhem.
The rich man quickly had to rebuild and compensate his
shocked neighbours.
But people didn´t want the bloody wonder horse an
at a town hall meeting, he was banned from using it except
for an exhibition on how to be a modern farmer

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walkerjohn 28 May 2020

Aloha Oskar and Cheers! Well Mate... we each yet breathe! Somewhere herein is that exemplification of when one has too much of a thing: Money... several decades back is was a simple as an OD of cocaine! Whatever! Wonder Horse / eight ball same difference in a gated community of South Park Socialites! I must look closer at the spaces between your words... All of the best from this life, to you, and to all of our relations... Michaelw1two

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