George Moses Horton

(1797 - 1884 / Northampton, North Carolina)

Death Of An Old Carriage Horse - Poem by George Moses Horton

I was a harness horse,
Constrained to travel weak or strong,
With orders from oppressing force,
Push along, push along.
I had no space of rest,
And took at forks the roughest prong,
Still by the cruel driver pressed,
Push along, push along.
Vain strove the idle bird,
To charm me with her artless song,
But pleasure lingered from the word,
Push along, push along.

The order of the day
Was push, the peal of every tongue,
The only word was all the way,
Push along, push along.

Thus to my journey's end,
Had I to travel right or wrong,
'Till death my sweet and favored friend,
Bade me from life to push along.


Comments about Death Of An Old Carriage Horse by George Moses Horton

  • Susan Williams (12/10/2015 1:21:00 PM)


    I think this poem could have been made much more powerful by omitting the birds... I did like this stanza: Thus to my journey's end,
    Had I to travel right or wrong,
    'Till death my sweet and favored friend,
    Bade me from life to push along.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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