I see them standing stately, trembling and unsure
Most prancing with excitement, as their riders reassure
Ready willing able they, to answer to the call
No choice these gentle giants, of the fate that may befall
I'm haunted by their loyalty, their trust so freely given
The efforts they've expended to the excess man is driven
Their innocence and trust betrayed, their value but a tool
We all should bow our heads in shame - how could we be so cruel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Half a league half a league onwards road the six hundread' funny no real mention of the horses Brought a tear to my eye well written thanks for sharing Have a Joyous Christmas and a Happy New Year : O))