War Horse Poems

Horses Joey, TopThorn You have to bring them back I am just lending them to you Promise

With a heart of flames TopThorn gallops to battle Now alone he lies

First all you hear is whistling coming from somewhere above your head in the grey skies And then you smell it, the burning, the kind of burning that makes your hair stand on end And then you run As fast as you can Because what punches the ground behind you could easily end everything It’s almost something you can feel The feeling of tremors travelling underneath your hooves after the shell explodes A deafening sound of ringing fills your ears as you continue to run across fields and trenches You narrowly escape the shattering bomb And you run And run And run

My Dear Maisie, I have made it to my post in this unfamiliar wasteland of the Great War, It’s even worse then I expected, Horses of all kinds are coming in everyday, more and more, Injured or sick or just plain old lost like the rest of us. Anyways, on a lighter note, They say it could end soon, They are talking about a boat, I can’t wait for just one more of your pasties, just one. You are going to have to get used to having a horse, Because I am sure I will find Joey, You will love him of course. I love you my dear, I love you and miss you while I am here.

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