The horse stood healthy proud and tall
unaware of the journey ahead.
Roughly being pulled from her stall
on unstable ground to tread.
World war one would soon start
many families to be torn apart.

All over the horses were being bought
to be shipped to the impending war.
Fine strong animals the army sought
ever needing more and more.
This was a big event in this tiny village
to them it was official pillage.

In the crowd stood a lad brooding
the horse given to him as a gift.
Now he had to watch his eyes protruding
the auctioneer's hammer began to lift.
Within seconds quickly with a bang it fell
bitterly knowing he had to sell!

The army took charge of his eminent steed
not even allowed to say goodbye.
When they left his horse took the lead
he was not going to cry.
Ridden by a soldier almost his age
feeling the rising despair and rage!

The horses and men moved in slow motion
his heart sank what could he do?
Villagers to recruited with no notion
of where they were going to.
Determined to follow and bring her back
foolish but courage he didn't lack!

Weeks later at night Daniel crept out
his love for his horse so strong.
A perilous journey but for him no doubt
he could not see it was wrong.
Anaba his friend meaning return from war
this he would do on her back once more.

Yet unsure if he would return his tale to tell!

The Foureyed Poet.