I Spoke To You In Whispers
As Shells Made The Ground Beneath Us Quake
We Both Trembled In That Crater
I Spoke To You And Pulled Your Ears
To Try And Quell Your Fearful Eye
As Bullets Whizzed Through The Raindrops
And We Watched The Men Around Us Die
I Spoke To You In Stable Tones
A Quiet Tranquil Voice
At Least I Volunteered To Fight
You Didn’t Get To Make The Choice
I Spoke To You Of Old Times
Perhaps You Went Before The Plough
And Pulled The Haycart From The Meadow
Far From Where We’re Dying Now
I Spoke To You Of Grooming
Of When The Ploughman Made You Shine
Not The Shrapnel Wounds And Bleeding Flanks
Mane Filled With Mud And Wire And Grime
I Spoke To You Of Courage
As Gas Filled The Flanders Air
Watched You Struggle In The Mud
Harness Acting Like A Snare
I Spoke To You Of Peaceful Fields
Grazing Beneath A Setting Sun
Time To Rest Your Torn And Tired Body
Your Working Day Is Done
I Spoke To You Of Promises
If From This Maelstrom I Survive
By Pen And Prose And Poetry
I’ll Keep Your Sacrifice Alive
I Spoke To You Of Legacy
For When This Hellish Time Is Through
All Those Who Hauled Or Charged Or Carried
Will Be Regarded Heroes Too
I Spoke To You In Dulcet Tones
Your Eye Told Me You Understood
As I Squeezed My Trigger To Bring You Peace
The The Only Way I Could
And I Spoke To You In Whispers……
~ Neil Andrew
This Is So Beautiful And Had To Be Shared; Sacrifices In War Are Made By Many, I Respect The Voice Who Cares For The Horses.
Sara Troy
