The Old Horse Shied Poem by Orie Bower

The old horse shied,
And though I tried
To grab the reins to steer,
The wheels did threat
To soon upset,
And filled poor Sue with fear,
Lest we’d be spilled
And maybe killed;
So, bravely to prevent,
With arms, in haste,
She clasped my waist,
And on my bosom leant.

As I’m not wood,
I felt quite good,
And fears all dissipated
By hugging tight,
Till Love, the sprite,
Our souls with love inflated.
Thence on, the nag
Did graze and swag
At will, and — Sue’s a bride,
For since that day
She’s mine for aye —
Because the old horse shied.