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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lovely To His Eyes (Hybridanelle)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again<br>in the distance there’s ploughing red Massy Ferguson tractor<br>and he bridles the horse and there is pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His son is out there tracking the field<br>seems young, vital and strong<br>and it’s as if he has now got to yield</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the earth is soft underfoot after the rain.<br>and he’s still the administrator.<br>A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he still has some power to wield<br>and his eyes measure the ploughed field, the smell of fresh earth, <br>seems young, vital and strong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he wonders how many years still remain<br>but the ache reminds him of the words of the doctor<br>and he bridles the horse and there is pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that surrounds him, almost like a token of new birth<br>and the ardent Arabic horse knows its master well<br>and his eyes measure the ploughed field, the smell of fresh earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and stretched out lies the farm that he has to maintain<br>and on the house’s thatched roof gleams the lightening conductor.<br>A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he horse acts with love, as if under his spell<br>and life is really great under the sun, wind and sky<br>and the ardent Arabic horse knows its master well</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and from riding horses he have got to abstain, <br>but he keeps his face pleasant like that of an actor<br>and he bridles the horse and there is pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything is familiar like any other day, where he is saddled high<br>and he feels full of spirit<br>and life is really great under the sun, wind and sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the farm stretches out lovely to his eyes without a stain<br>and he rides to the chicken coop and the incubator.<br>A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again<br>and he bridles the horse and there is pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and probably soon his only child will inherit.<br>His son is out there tracking the field<br>and he feels full of spirit<br>and it’s as if he has now got to yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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in the distance there’s ploughing red Massy Ferguson tractor
and he bridles the horse and there is pain

His son is out there tracking the field
seems young, vital and strong
and it’s as if..."></div>
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