By Del "Abe" Jones
    March, 2005



    The following poem was contributed by Del "Abe" Jones: abeabe@worldnet.att.net

    I want to thank Abe for his generosity in allowing me to use this well-written and timely poem, and invite our readers to visit his Web Site @: http://mywebpage.netscape.com/delabejones/instant/memorial.html

    Gary Miller





    THE LAST LAUGH

    It used to be, one stud or mare
    Could transport man from here to there
    Now days it takes many more
    To go a few blocks, to the store.

    Man used to take his chosen course
    When mounted on his trusted horse
    Now he’s bound to an asphalt strip
    Inside his chromed, speedy, landship.

    It used to be water and hay
    Could keep him moving through the day
    But in this horseless carriage age
    A tiger in your tank’s the rage.

    Though cheap to run with few breakdowns
    The horse did have it’s ups and downs
    But seat belts were not required
    No insurance nor tags, expired.

    To wreck a horse brought little pain
    Dust your pride, mount up, ride again
    But in a car, a minor crash
    Can cost your life and lots of cash.

    Horse emissions did not pollute
    In fact, they helped new life take root
    While autos belch their fumes and smoke
    And pollute the Earth with each stroke.

    The horse’s days are gone and past
    But the horse laugh might be the last
    When those horses under the hood
    Run out of fuel, as they well could.

     Del "Abe" Jones
    March, 2005