Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I <br />Argue about the freedom of the will. <br />My favorite metaphor was Prickett's cow <br />Roped out to grass, and free you know as far <br />As the length of the rope. <br />One day while arguing so, watching the cow <br />Pull at the rope to get beyond the circle <br />Which she had eaten bare, <br />Out came the stake, and tossing up her head, <br />She ran for us. <br />"What's that, free-will or what?" said Ernest, running. <br />I fell just as she gored me to my death.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roger-heston/
