Hö till hästarna

He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.

/.../

"I´m sixty-eight", he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that´s just what
I´ve gone and done."

Ur dikten "Hay for the Horses"

av Gary Snyder