Hercules

Hercules, such a sturdy horse;

Retired from the local force.

Match day duty, his no more,

Brave Hercules.

Put to grass on a quiet farm

Kept well fed and safe from harm

No noisy crowds or blaring alarms

For Hercules.

Loved by all who passed his way.

Fed best oats and good fresh hay

A juicy apple would make his day

Dear Hercules.

Soon his body could not take

Another winter, his muscles ached

A sad decision they had to make

Poor Hercules.

In the field where he once stood

Stands a horse now made of wood

Gone forever the flesh and blood

Of Hercules.

Colin Beardshall 2014