and the fallen
slowly
ride
their steeds
point
to valhalla
once proud
and upright
they slump now
in their saddles
they are surely dead
even if
alive
at least
on this ride
there are tall trees
and shade
at least
this ride
is safe
and see
they keep coming
this parade
runs
forever
is there room
enough
do you think
will heaven hold
them all
no bombs
no bullets
no shells
from above
let none disturb
the bugle
as it calls
~
Re blogging on Horse Addict. Such a long line of soldiers and their steeds. You words paint the picture of their feelings to well.
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Reblogged this on HorseAddict and commented:
Australian poet Frank Prem’s words take us to the bleakness of WW1 for both the horses and the soldiers.
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Thank you, Anne.
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This has been such a moving series.
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Thank you, Peggy. I’ll be applying for funding soon, to see if I can acquire photos and bookify it.
Fingers crossed.
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Here’s hoping your efforts work
rts w
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Thanks Peggy.
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You have done wonders with this ghostly image
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Thank you, Derrick.
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