Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window, <br />And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys. <br /> <br />Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches--and talk about mail carriers and <br />messenger boys slipping along the icy sidewalks. <br />Let us write of olden, golden days and hunters of the <br />Holy Grail and men called "knights" riding horses in the rain, in the cold frozen rain for ladies they loved. <br /> <br />A roustabout hunched on a coal wagon goes by, icicles drip on his hat rim, sheets of ice wrapping <br />the hunks of coal, the caravanserai a gray blur in slant of rain. <br />Let us nudge the steam radiator with our wool slippers and write poems of Launcelot, the hero, and <br />Roland, the hero, and all the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horses-and-men-in-rain/
