Don Johnson Poet Ballade

Bersheba Battle W W 1

BERSHEBA BATTLE  W.W.1

Horses sensed the coming battle,
Heard sabres rattling to be free.
Fed a nose bag of oats, and the rattle, 
Of bayonets on the rifles, old Brumby
Off they are now, at a good trot. 
Lining up for the Turks to see,
Held in check bridles curbed, or not,
Cantered, galloped now recklessly.
Galloping over the open ground 
Yelling cursing so merrily 
In amongst the Turks they bound
Slashing shooting with such bravery.
So the Turkish trench is now taken
Old horse got a drink this you see
Droving job with prisoners a making
Charge of the light brigade with me
Don Johnson

Oats for strength and spirit with a horse,
do you ride well enough to try it...

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Doris Culverhouse September 4, 2011 at 9:19 PM hey enjoyed your work....yall gonna getcha head sliced on them thair haws.

Nette Onclaud September 4, 2011 at 6:03 AM wheatgrass, i like too.. raunchy, don! :) huggs, nette Don Johnson September 4, 2011 at 6:26 AM wheat germ taken out of bread these days, energy hey, raunchy all the way, sometimes

Nancy Jones September 3, 2011 at 10:26 PM raisins are pretty good, too... write on, dj, please! ~n