I remember it well, as if yesterday,
my master cried, but he had to obey.
Uniformed men, they stole me that day,
my future now destined, a land far away.
Down to the port, with thousands like me,
winched on a ship, our fate history.
We landed in France, not knowing our worth,
paddocked together, no peace on earth.
Shell blasts I hear, far away in the distance,
all new to me, the night sky it glistens.
That is the night, death hit home to me,
a war horse my fate, that's how it would be.
The following day, a task I was given,
pulling a gun, so unforgiving.
Mile after mile, slowly and tiring,
shells bursting above, brave men lay dying.
Once at the front, harness undone,
back down the line, a hero unsung.
Fed and watered, I lay down to rest,
these foreign fields, would be my bequest.
Four years I toiled, carnage abounding,
pulling the canon, gunfire resounding.
I lost many friends, to gas and shell,
the stench of death, made heaven a hell.
Peace came at last, it had taken its toll,
horses and men, many lost souls.
That deathly stench, with me forever,
brave men and horse, in heaven together.
We all played our part, in that abhorrent war,
while enemy soldiers, spilled each others' gore.
I was taken by men, to follow this course,
home I am now, a strong proud war horse.
Arthur Cole.....All Copyright reserved.
updated by @arthur: 11/02/17 02:50:36PM
