BELGIAN DRAFT HORSES
Huge and heavy-hoofed,
Wide-eyed but placid Pete
Gives me a curious look
While slightly shy-eyed Fred
Stares modestly at the ground.
Patient, they stolidly stand
As straps are buckled round,
Collars and spreaders hitched
And wagon tongues hooked on.
Twelve tourists climb aboard.
Our driver flicks the reins.
Fred and Pete ease forward
And then with a powerful trot
They pull us up and onward
Until we crest the hill
And feast our eyes upon
A long lake filled with isles.
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