Working Horse Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A horse
My faithful fjording
Go into toy stable the day is over
The little boy will come and stroke your neck.
When a boy is a man he will
Sit on the cart, but not load
It too heavily
And when you and he plough the field
He will give you rest
A slice of bread or an apple
If the cart is full
After shopping in the village
He will get off and help you pull.
When the day comes
When you are too old
He will set you free on a field of green grass.
He will visit you often
You will be glad and try to jump on ancient legs.
The day will come when you can`t get up
He will kneel beside you and give you rest.
And when it is over
Man and horse alone
The man will cry for no one to see.
You will become a star and shine on the man
Who made you happy.