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Anaba A Horse Of War

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.

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Written by
malcolm-terence-gould
English
Published
May 14, 2011
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It is written millions of horses were used and treated badly. During this horrendous conflict the First World War! In the Uk those horses that did come home were sold for horse meat. A sad reflection on humanity no mercy shown to them. My poem is about one mans best friends Anaba the war horse. The Foureyed Poet.

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