Hannah York

Rookie (1/3/1996)

The Horse And His Master. - Poem by Hannah York

Through hell and back he went
The soldier
Always fighting
Never thinking

Then came the end

Rejoiced shouts of glee
And the one final gunshot through the air

His body buckled, broken
His blood flowed to feed the flowers
And one last sigh he gave

With hooves like marble and a coat glinting like writhing ribbons
The troops withdrew and let his brave steed advance
With a tossing head he threw the broken body to his shoulder
And after one last scream of sorrow
The horse carried his master to his home above.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012



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