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Watching old newsreels sadness washes over me Highstepping horses, gentle eyes transformed in fear valiantly charging under men that could not yield Amid the noise of cannons, over the death-filled battle-field , sides flecked with foam, so far from home, somehow they know how desperate is this final charge hoofbeats pounding, hearts bursting, falling in their stride Now the faded image shows a glory past and gone Yet we must remember them and how their courage shone Lest we forget the horses, or the majesty of them In solemn re-enactment we must remember them And grant a special place in paradise where they can roam. Written for the Australian war horses that went overseas and never returned Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest Michelle Faulkner Placed 4th.
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