Fast Rode the Knight
Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
“To save my lady!”
Fast rode the knight,
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight’s good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
Dead at foot of castle wall.
This poem is another tearful look at the consequences of war on our equine pals. Be sure to also check out some more cheerful rhymes in the horse poetry section.