NOBLE CREATURE
Fred J Margetson ca 1908
Somewhere is a London street this horse waits,
Head held high although holding an odd gait,
No saddle for one rider, was he pulled along
With some heavy load but for his body all wrong?
Not groomed but still some coat luster shone,
I wonder does he remember better days now gone?
Still a noble creature patiently standing for his fate,
His turn for a feed bag or would it come too late?
There still seems expectation in the horses stance
Still a gleam of dying hope in his saddened glance,
Just like Black Beauty with even a star of his face,
Maybe he’ll not suffer too cruelly like many of his race.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 16 January 2005