The sun now dips below the ground

That field it lies with furrows straight

A shire horse plods its homeward path

The ploughman follows in its track

His shoulder holds that harness high

In contemplation of darkening sky

Then shoes of horse on cobbles ring

Now in that yard, they're almost home

Once groomed and fed the horse lays down

For horse and man they work as one

Those days are now forever lost

The world moves on, but at what cost