A Humble Appeal Poem by Jessie Pope

A Humble Appeal

Rating: 3.6


She was a pretty, nicely mannered mare,
The children's pet, the master's pride and care,
Until a man in khaki came one day,
Looked at her teeth, and hurried her away.

With other horses packed into a train
She hungered for her master's voice in vain;
And later, led 'twixt planks that scare and slip,
They slung her, terrified, on board a ship.

Next came, where thumps and throbbing filled the air,
Her first experience of mal de mare;
And when that oscillating trip was done
They hitched her up in traces to a gun.

She worked and pulled and sweated with the best;
A stranger now her glossy coat caressed
Till flashing thunderstorms came bursting round
And spitting leaden hail bestrewed the ground.

With quivering limbs, and silky ears laid back,
She feels a shock succeed a sharper crack,
And, whinnying her pitiful surprise,
Staggers and falls, and tries in vain to rise.

Alone, forsaken, on a foreign field
What moral does this little record yield ?
Who tends the wounded horses in the war ?
Well that is what the Blue Cross League is for.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 22 July 2020

She worked and pulled and sweated with the best; A stranger now her glossy coat caressed Till flashing thunderstorms came bursting round And spitting leaden hail bestrewed the ground. a very fine poem. tony

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Chinedu Dike 24 January 2022

A poignant piece of poetry written in verse with rhythmic splendour........

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 23 January 2022

So deeply poignant and moving poem. Powerfully expressed with compelling images.

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Brook Renwick 23 January 2022

Very moving poetry!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 23 January 2022

The poetess knows the answer as we can read here. Sad and tragic poem, aptly written Sure 5 Stars for this brilliant Classic Poem Of The Day.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 23 January 2022

Jessie Pope, known for her war poems, also here about a mare, transported because she is sick, withstanding all weathers, the question now is who takes care of the injured horses in the war?

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Jessie Pope

Leicestershire, England
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