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The Shire Stallion

April 14, 2010 by  
Filed under Poetry

Where are you now, my gentlest Giant?

Friend of my childhood, my brave Standard Bearer.

I remember so well the battles we fought-

Waterloo, Inkerman, Ladysmith.

We were so brave, you carried me , reins held taught:

The Red Dragon of Wales, our Standard proclaiming.

Those battles we fought in times without number,

Often at night, just before sleep.

Our friendship and trust will always endure,

Even when you left me with all that pain.

You were sold on, just like a slave,

Nothing is left, we must be courageous.

Where are you now my big gentle Shire?

In fields of lush grass painted in daisies.

A cool stream’s trickling music,

Its clear fresh water to sip when you thirst.

I do so hope that such is your rest.

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