extract of the old brown horse
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Hello
The old brown horse looks over the fence
In a weary sort of way.
He seems to be saying to all who pass:
“Well, folks, I’ve had my day-
I’m simply watching the world go by,
And nobody seems to mind,
As they’re dashing past in their motor-cars,
A horse who is lame and half-blind.”
How does the horse look at the passersby?
The horse looks over the fence in a weary sort of way. It doesn’t look for anything particular but simply watching the world go by.
Why is the horse sad?
One reason why the horse is sad is it reminisces its glorious past when it used to be active and vigorous, loved and cared for. With old age conquering him and abandoned by his master, he feels sad.
The horse feels lost in the passage of time. Explain.
A few years ago the horse was well loved by its master. It was wanted and loved. Now ageing has cornered him and reduced his life to no amount of concern in the deserted stable.
Frame sentences with the words/phrases below:
Dash past (pass swiftly) : A pack of wolves dashed past the tree on whose branches we slept the last night.
Have one’s day (retire) : After having had his prime days, our grandfather appeared less cheerful.
Go by (move/pass) : She spends her evenings watching life go by in the bazaar outside.
Weary (tired) : After ten hours’ restless work, the boys sat down, exhausted and weary.
The old brown horse feels:
Angry with the world,
Upset with the world,
Tired of the world,
A longing for the world.
The horse is abandoned because:
Its master died in a accident,
It is very lazy,
It is aged and is not its master’s choice,
It’s master hates it.
Hope it will fulfill your requirements.
The Old Brown Horse :
The old brown horse looks over the fence
In a weary sort of way.
He seems to be saying to all who pass:
“W ell, folks, I've had my day-
I'm simply watching the world go by,
And nobody seems to mind,
As they're dashing past in their motor-cars,
A horse who is lame and half-blind."
The old brown horse has a shaggy coat,
But once he was young and trim,
And he used to trot through the woods and lanes
With the man who was fond of him.
But his master rides in a motor-car,
And it makes him feel quite sad
When he thinks of the days that used to be,
And of all the times they had.
Sometimes a friendly soul will stop
Near the fence, where the tired old head
Rests wearily on the topmost bar,
And a friendly word is said.
Then the old brown horse gives a little sigh
As he feels the kindly touch
Of a hand on his mane or his shaggy coat,
And he doesn't mind so much.
So if you pass by the field one day,
Just stop for a word or two
With the old brown horse who was once as young
And as full of life as you.
He'll love the touch of your soft young hand,
And I know he'll seem to say
“Oh, thank you, friend, for the kindly thought
For a horse who has had his day."....
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