Jessop Poem by John Rickell

The horse looked so strong
as we put him to the cart
from the shires he came
heavy muscles, no pedigree.
From whence we did not know, or care
There was a lot to do,
fences to repair poles to carry
and wire to the ten-acre by the wood.
Sheep got out last night
into Wainwright's wheat
there's more no doubt,
when we have time to count.

‘Chuck on some more
he'll take it in his stride’.
Its muddy down by the wood,
we had a flood on Tuesday,
but he has the strength
big hooves and spirit
we feed him well and the stable’s dry.
Looks a little tired today,
but tomorrow’s Sunday.

Here's Jack, looks none too happy
why isn't he with Jessop
unlike him to leave the horse
'What's wrong Jack'?
'Its Jessop boss, he's dead...
put on another sack,
just fell......
he's dead'