
As I walk along the sunken path
bordered both by fence and trees
my mind to calmer days is cast
when on most days there would be seen
men on horseback but more on foot
herding ponies, poultry, pigs or sheep
for this was once the road they took
down the valleys, over mountains steep
with dog and shout they drive them on
until at last their journey’s done.
I think this is a poem my grandpa would have loved. He drove his horses to the horse fairs
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