Mush, great brazen bulldogs.
Snarl and steam from metal, radiator jaws
across the wind-swept highways of the nation.
Pull your packs through sleet and snow,
beneath the summer sun, or mist and fog below.
Awake and crack the ice-encrusted dew and
shake your manes and roar! Your shoulders
bear the bread and bounty of the land.
Rise up from lair and cave, from shipping yards