The Cart-Horse by Gladys May Casely-Hayford

When blue becomes intense and dusks to grey,
Grey unto darkness shrouding the worn day,
I like to lie awake and gaze upon the
cloudless sky
And hear the song of the cart-wheels as the
old cart-horse goes by.
The squeaking boards,
The rusty chains,
The clank of steel and brass,
The intermittent hoof-beats as the old
cart-horse goes past.

When darkness turns to grey again and grey
to light,
When little wrens awake prepared for flight,
I like to lie awake with the warm sun
streaming in,
And try to understand the tune the good old
cart-wheels sing.
The squeaking boards,
The rusty chains,
The clank of steel and brass;
Oh, I love to hear the music of the cart-
horse going past!

-Gladys May Casely-Hayford

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