October 31 1917. My tribute to Alfred Lord Tennyson
and the Australian Light Horse Regiment.
I “Charge!” they said and charge they led from out of a dry desert wadi. Every man of the Light Horse Brigade across the desert thundered - their pulsing veins, their loosened reins, forward the wells of Beersheba rode the brave eight hundred! II In gallop stride they fought and died on mighty Walers champing. Every man in the Light Horse Regiment faced a foe greater numbered - with rifles cocked, their bayonets locked, forward the wells of Beersheba rode the brave eight hundred! III Again and again the Lighthorsemen the Turkish lines outflanked. Every man of the Expeditionary Force of horse and rider wondered - their squadron raid, in great crusade, forward the wells of Beersheba rode the brave eight hundred! IV And across the sands into their hands the Ottoman guns fell silent. Every man in the Desert Mounted Corps the battle trenches plundered - with martial force, on valiant horse, forward the wells of Beersheba rode the brave eight hundred! V With God they rode and victory owed with emu plumes in their hats. Every man of the Light Mounted Infantry sat his saddle or lay sundered - like Gideon of old, their trusty fold, forward the wells of Beersheba rode the brave eight hundred! VI On horizon’s red light an heroic sight in clouds of smoke and dust. “Charge!” they said and charge they led when enemy lines blundered. The legend tells of Beersheba’s wells, how the march on Jerusalem to glory led all eight hundred! Written: November 2010
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