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I Spoke To You In Whispers

At this remembrance time of year let us not forget the animals that were sacrificed in these horrendous times. Their heroic efforts were just as important as the actions of the men, women and children. There are no words to describe the horrors they went through and we should forever be grateful.  I found a very touching poem by Neil Andrews that I thought I would like to share with you.


I spoke to you in whispers

As shells made the ground beneath us quake

We both trembled in that crater

A toxic muddy blood lake


I spoke to you and pulled your ears

To try and quell your fearful eye

As bullets whizzed through the raindrops

And we watched the men around us die


I spoke to you in stable tones

A quiet tranquil voice

At least I volunteered to fight

You didn’t get to make the choice


I spoke to you of old times

Perhaps you went before the plough

And pulled the haycart from the meadow

Far from where were dying now

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