"TAKIN' THE  MAIL"
    There is an event in history re-enacted today,
  Hardy riders on fast steeds make a delivery relay,
      The traditional yell, "Takin' the Mail"
    For the next leg o'the run, we must not fail,
   Through rain or shine or foe; must be no delay.

  And above the scene storm clouds, dark and bold,
   In the distance, thunder rumbled and rolled,
    But they carry on, they know it's a must,
   To serve the Nation, gave a pledge of trust,
 The post must go: mail or a miner's pouch of gold.

   Lost are things of the past, progress of course,
  And so trains and planes have replaced the horse,
   The claim; a need for everything that's fast,
    For politics, business, the populous mass,
   They don't look back, think or show any remorse.

  Some folks need a reminder, their history to recall,
  The heritage of the horse, who long served us all,
      But there are artists with memories long,
      Recording with paintings, verse and song,
   Where once a livery, now stands with empty stall.

copyright F.Facer 2006