Horses

Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn.
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horseman's cry
At once the old hands quicken
Bring pick and whispi and curry comb;
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home.

From Heavy Horses, by Jethro Tull

The drawing of knots, especially the more complex ones, is always greatly satisfying.

On white calligraphy paper (8.27 in x 11.69 in), the background is a square Celtic horse knot in pale green and blue inks. The words are drawn in black ink.