Colin F. Jones

THE FARRIER

Take my horses home for me,
for I am nearly done,
The foe towards the hills they flee
for this war is almost won.
Give them hay and oats for me,
groom their hides with care,
Then turn them loose that they run free,
In the great land that we share.
Sorry son we cant take them home,
They all have served their time,
Regardless of the courage shown,
They’ll be left here to decline
Then leave me here to rest with them,
for these horses they are mine.