In fields of green, their shadows cast,
Majestic beasts, from ages past.
With muscle bound and mane aflow,
Through history's pages, their stories go.
Once kings of earth, in strength and might,
They turned the soil from morn till night.
With every plough and task they bore,
Man's burden less, their legend more.
These titans strong, with gentle eyes,
Beneath the sun, beneath the skies,
They shaped the world, laid foundations deep,
In their hoofprints, our progress leaps.
But as the gears of time did turn,
Man's ambition began to burn.
With engines roar and steel's embrace,
The horse's reign met a slower pace.
From fields of battle to peaceful plough,
Their numbers waned, but not their vow.
In silence stood, with head held high,
A fading echo, a whispered sigh.
Yet hope ignites in hearts so pure,
For those who seek, who still endure.
Through breeding's care and tender hand,
A chance to save this noble band.
Let's not forget their role, their grace,
Nor let the sands of time erase.
The power and beauty they bestow,
In heavy hooves, in sun and snow.
So here's to them, the heavy horse,
Their legacy, a natural force.
May we remember, honour their ways,
And in our hearts, they'll always graze.
8/16/2026
The Words That Got to Me
Once kings of earth, in strength and might, They turned the soil from morn till night. With every plough and task they bore, Man's burden less, their legend more. Very nice!
Tim, that is lovely! What is their role, today? Do they have one? Do they work on farms still? Maybe where they don't have the big machines? It looks like they should have some job with all that strength. Don't they help loggers? Anyway, you have certainly honored them with your poem. Are you, by any chance, a horse whisperer? :)