DON'T spur us so: you'll ever find, <br /> When you will ride at giddy paces <br />There's always something in the wind, <br /> At which ere long you'll twist your faces. <br /> <br />What, we're but steeds whom no one recks? <br /> Then spurs us till we're sores all over: <br />The sooner you have smash'd your necks, <br /> The sooner we'll have gone to clover!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steeds-and-their-riders/
