My cart horse was a hindrance
Toiling slowly up ahead
Plodding unproductively
From break of day till bed
Forming rutted furrows
On a well worn clichéd track
So I unhitched him from out in front
And tied him to the back
If he could not lead quicker
When my mind was in a rush
My view ahead was slicker
When I made the bugger push
And better still when off the track
This cumbersome caboose
It flew with nought to hold me back
I’d let the horse go loose.
I love this. Can hear the horse trotting (cantering?) . Wonderful poem. H
Sometimes it works better to push not pull...well written...thank you
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I would like to translate this poem
Danny: Most excellent. And knowing the inspiration behind it makes the read even better. Happy, er, motoring, G