V HIAWATHA'S BROTHERS Of all beasts he learned the language, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow HIAWATHA'S BROTHERS My Pony My pony toss'd his sprightly head, And he's a real horse, you know. How charming it would be to rear, To stoop my head and quench my drouth To wear a snaffle in my mouth, Fling back my ears, and slash my tail! To gallop madly round a field,- To feel as only horses can, When matters take their proper course, And no one notices the man, While loud applauses greet the horse! He canters fast or ambles slow, And either is a pretty game; His duties are but pleasures-oh, I wish that mine were just the same! Lessons would be another thing If I might turn from book and scroll, And learn to gallop round a ring, As he did when a little foal. It must be charming to be shod, And beautiful beyond my praise, To stand upon all-fours and graze ! And he's a real horse, you know. "A." |