Post by Administrator on Nov 10, 2021 21:46:58 GMT
The losses and suffering among the horses stands as a reminder that it was not just a time of human suffering but also for our four legged friends as well. I would like to share a brief verse I wrote many years ago for a school class that were learning about the Great War ( this was of course back when young people learned what service and sacrifice could mean.)
THE LAIRD OF THE LAND
Says the field mouse to the soldier,
What the 'ell you doing 'ere,
Trespassin on my grand estate,
With yer guns what hurt my ear.
What nerve you got to dig yer 'oles,
In the fine turf of my lawn,
An yer pals what crush my flower beds,
In their 'urried march along.
Yer a nervy lot, I'll grant you that,
To take possession of my land,
And glad I'll be to see you gone,
With yer destructive minded band.
Ian Adrian Millar.
THE LAIRD OF THE LAND
Says the field mouse to the soldier,
What the 'ell you doing 'ere,
Trespassin on my grand estate,
With yer guns what hurt my ear.
What nerve you got to dig yer 'oles,
In the fine turf of my lawn,
An yer pals what crush my flower beds,
In their 'urried march along.
Yer a nervy lot, I'll grant you that,
To take possession of my land,
And glad I'll be to see you gone,
With yer destructive minded band.
Ian Adrian Millar.