The Workhorses of Lower Chittering

Silent they stand,
in morn’s early light.
A fine pair of workhorses.
Don’t think them slight.

No show ponies these,
no glamour, no sheen.
The left and the right,
they work as a team.

No task to hard,
no load too great.
From dawn to dusk,
no need of a break.

No water, no chaff,
No harness, no shoes.
The simplest of lives,
paying their dues.

And when the work’s done
they’ll just stand on the spot,
‘til they’re needed again.
Content with their lot.