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Remember the Horses
By Maj Mary -Ann Martinek
Wading into a raging sea All the horses swam to me From the beaches Where they'd stood alone My faithful friends Wanted to go home.
I saw them coming But not at trot I saw them struggling I saw them shot My faithful friends Turn back and flee My faithful friends Don't swim to me.
Their strong, long legs Thundered through The salty waters They did not know The ships were faster Than the horses And soon Their familiar and determined faces Could no longer Be seen from where I stood.
But they didn't Turn around and flee From that sea The horses swam Towards the sun They swam because They could not run They swam in company They swam abreast To their final conflict Their last test.
I watch the clouds From where I sit And remember those moments On that ship As horses shot and drowned at sea Had tried to follow And be with me They had not stopped for bullet blast Were trained too well to remain in cast By we Their masters, their mates, their friends Who were made to watch each short life end.
I watch the clouds again with love I see the horses riding above Their manes and tails flicking free All the horses had come with me Their hooves were silver and their manes were gold Some still swam to that sun of old The raging sea had not taken them Their instincts strong had found their men Because there I saw the emu plumes On slouch hatted figures amid the gloom I recognised those faces, freed Of all the men who rode with me.
From a world now peaceful and very still They rode their horses home with skill And now I know that when I die My faithful friend will be my guide With saddle ready and stirrups low My faithful friend will take me home.
Together we'll ride the clouds of mist And remember no more The memories of those ships I'll ride the nights with mates long gone We'll be together, we'll be strong The stars will fall and blanket the earth And mark our hoof prints in the turf. For we are free and ride your sky Concealed by clouds, we pass you by So little children Try to spy Our shadowy figures as we glide by For amidst the clouds In skies of red Gallop the spectres of your dead.