Horse Play

A horse stood by the city curb

     And watched the crowds go by;

A mournful look was on his face,

     A tear drop in his eye.

“Why sad?” I queried, patting him

     Upon his tear-stained cheek;

He looked again upon the crowds,

     And then began to speak.

“See what they’re wearing on their heads?”

     In sadness queried she;

“When summer days are come again

     Think what my fate will be!”

May 19, ‘09

Morning Oregonian. (Portland, Or.) 1861-1937, May 07, 1909 p. 3