They cantered quietly up the slope,
Drew level, bunched around 'the Hope'.
Necks tretched, they flew, so finely bred,
But effortlessly he surged ahead.
The Guv he smiled as they all slowed down,
Then quickly his face turned to a frown.
As he glanced across to the rest of the string,
Loose horse, it danced, each foot a spring.
A big baby colt, it snorted and played,
Came closer to another whose ears flat were laid.
He bucked, was kicked, but felt no pain,
Till a lad reached down and caught his rein.
They finished work, walked slowly away,
Back down the lane to rest for the day.
Enveloped in steam, their bodies sleek,
Sweat turned to lather, looking so meek.
Drew level, bunched around 'the Hope'.
Necks tretched, they flew, so finely bred,
But effortlessly he surged ahead.
The Guv he smiled as they all slowed down,
Then quickly his face turned to a frown.
As he glanced across to the rest of the string,
Loose horse, it danced, each foot a spring.
A big baby colt, it snorted and played,
Came closer to another whose ears flat were laid.
He bucked, was kicked, but felt no pain,
Till a lad reached down and caught his rein.
They finished work, walked slowly away,
Back down the lane to rest for the day.
Enveloped in steam, their bodies sleek,
Sweat turned to lather, looking so meek.