In comments re my entry for "They're People Too" I said I would post up a special poem this week:
My husband, who used to be based in London, happened to be walking through Hyde Park and felt as though the ghosts of the horses killed - by an IRA bomb blast in London see news item - were walking alongside him.
Needless to say the Blues & Royals of the Queen's Royal Household Cavalry were on ceremonial duty at the time of the bomb blast. Bear in mind the horses are Irish Draught x Thoroughbred bloodstock.
Hyde Park
All Ireland hang your head in shame , We horses here were not to blame
Our blood it came from both your lands, Our mouths were held by gentle hands
No soldiers these upon our backs, But loving men who cleaned our tack
Our hooves will never ring the ground, We never heard a battle sound
I hope our deaths will make you pause, For the land you seek was always yours...
N.D.S.
( walking in Hyde Park)
