The old horse by Wim de Vries

The old horse I still often think of the old horse, the old horse who laboriously pulled the plough through the fat, heavy clay. No longer hearing the farmer's  curses. I saw him getting older day by day his head bowing lower and lower towards the ground. I saw him once on his free Sunday. He looked at me with two tearful eyes. I caressed his head softly and left the gate wide open.	Wim de Vries [1923-1994]
Original title: 'Het oude paard' - From the collection: 'Zwaar bewolkt, enkele opklaringen', 1980 - Rotterdamse Kunststichting