English poem
The Growing Colt
by Arthur Waugh (1866–1943)
Rough, shaggy colt: the world is all before you: Blithe be your life, secure of oats and hay; A little crowd of people to adore you, And some green resting-place at shut of day!
The sun is low behind the grey-green trees. And all the farm grows quiet by degrees. Among their many lessons this is best: The animals know when and how to rest!
A. W.