Proud!

She stood sixteen hands proud and strong

grey with black mane

a young horse just arrived from England

fresh and innocent

from the safety of home to the battle front

taken by the army

to carry the Captain upon her sturdy back

heading the attack!

 

Far from her master who she knew from birth

the open fields to roam

into the bloodbath of war of mud and death

a multitude of animals

keeping the war machine in constant motion

dying with the soldiers

interacting in human conflicts had no choice

no rights or voice!

 

This was a time of man and animals integrating

shown much kindness

even more brutality in of war of young lives lost

horses worked mercilessly

until they fell with the soldiers the proud mare

was tough and stubborn

wanting to be home from those she was taken

for so many were forsaken!

 

After this barbaric war had finally come to an end

there were eight million

horses mules and donkeys killed in their service

to assist perpetual greed

many were sold for meat but thankfully thousands

came back to blighty

the proud mare whose name was Belle was saved

her bravery praised!

 

Bruised and scared she came returned to the farm

she loved and knew

to open spaces free from noise and destruction

shells and shrapnel

the army officer to came home and kept in touch

both never to forget

those times of depravity and this futile carnage

of mans endless rage!

 

Belle lived happily until she succumbed to age!

 

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Certain!

It was a lovely holiday they both reflected

sitting by their hotel pool

checking the photos taken the day before

one made them ponder

remembering standing by the wooden gate

a question did debate!

 

Both certain they saw nobody behind them

only fields and stone foundations

yet clearly there were two figures in view

leaning on the stone wall

their clear outline was not a pleasant sight

upon a nice scene a blight!

 

Though the wife was reluctant to retread

her husband wanted to go

first enquiring with locals in the village

who were happy to tell

the stories surrounding the isolated area

making them feel scarier!

 

Back at the gate not so relaxed as before

compared photo with view

now with stories of murder and jealousy

and with a pencil drawing

of the farm-house that once stood here

the sadness was clear!

 

Drawn to walk amongst the stone ruins

scared they may confront

the un-rested souls captured on camera

disfigured by the fire

caused by the husbands early return

who watched it burn!

 

Raged at his wife’s infidelity and betrayal

made him start the blaze

trapping the lover and wife together inside

then taking his own life

all these events to them recently told

the emotion began to unfold!

 

Their perception now strong instilling fear

moved away from the ruins

decided to take more photos of the scene

on viewing they saw

them again both close enough to touch

burnt for them too much!

 

Arriving at the gate scrambled quickly over

smell of smoke strong

caught in a moment beyond comprehension

knew they had to break away

as the actions of that day long ago replayed

their own sanity frayed!

 

Falling exhausted on the ground realising

they were nearly possessed

by a lingering evil and oppressive force

locked in an embrace

left the area keeping the photos to show

others an explanation may know!

 

But unknown to them the entities went to

from then on their woes grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

First House!

Excitement was growing as they searched

for their very first house

how long they had struggled to save

for the large deposit

a new estate was being built nearby

for a mortgage keen to apply!

 

Decided to go down to the site and view

a show homes was built

ready for customers to peruse around

it was late in the evening

so staff were getting ready to go home

but hoped they could roam!

 

The manager was present happily agreed

being muddy boots provided

took them to the show house by a stream

still mainly fields and trees

had a rural yet somehow unpleasant feel

the open space was an appeal!

 

But the couple could see she was anxious

and not keen to stay

this made them ask her what was wrong

reluctantly she spoke

but continued the tour of the real estate

their worries did not alleviate!

 

Standing in the large bedroom told them

that on her first day

came to this part as the base was laid

hearing a voice glanced

towards the sound saw somebody there

a shadowy shape was aware!

 

The couple stood fascinated by what she said

even the temperature dropped

it seemed to them not feeling comfortable

being born in the area

there are always stories told about places

often recalling friends faces!

 

Her best friend had disappeared in the field

that the estate was now on

at first I thought it was her spirit watching

we had been warned to go

but when you are young you see no danger

or the fear then in a stranger!

 

It was not the humans you had to really dread

around the stream monsters

lurked ready to steal those daring to tread

and back to their domain

snatch the innocent young never seen again

only their lost souls would remain!

 

Odd noises could be heard wanted to leave

making excuses tried to get out

but outside the front door several shadows

blocked their exit route

behind them came the strange sales lady

who had become very shady!

 

But tonight I will take anybody with me

it was a shape shifter

becoming a frightening freakish creature

attacking them both

as the workmen came to start their shift

not seeing two more souls adrift!

 

Those who knew the area kept well clear

evil still dwelled here!

the manager was back the following day

same polite manner on display!

 

Nothing more was heard of the couple!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Through The Arches!

Through the arches leading to open fields

the elderly man walked

slowly with his small ageing little dog

cheerful on his daily stroll

happy in his own company with his pet

normally nobody else he met!

 

Quite as usual on the his established route

did not see the group of lads

watching him pass with too much interest

started to follow close behind

his dog sensed them near as he growled

at this the elderly man scowled!

 

At the same point let his dog off the lead

near to a clump of bushes

the group of six gathered behind them

circling a younger boy

peering down at him in conversation

he listened to their oration!

 

Into his small hand they put a knife

he had to stab the man

as if mesmerized gripped the handle

said nothing but nodded

the elderly man sat down on a bank

from a water bottle drank.

 

If really he wanted to be part of the gang

kill him they kept saying

coming up stealthily behind the old man

shaking with anticipation

brought the knife down striking with force

in the neck then felt remorse!

 

Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish

eyes locked a barking dog

brought him back to the reality of his actions

quickly withdrawing the knife

wiped off the blood in the grass automatically

unable to let go ran erratically!

 

Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang

who ran in the opposite direction

leaving the innocent victim dying his pet

guarding him whimpering

laying next to the loyal friend now silent

he was small but defiant!

 

The lad who should have been at school

reached his parents house

they were both out at work he had a key

heart pounding breathless

washed blood off his small hands thinking

watching it drain without blinking!

 

Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried

at twelve why had he killed

the knife was on the table in front of him

his torment now had begun

a loud knock at the door made him cower

this was his defining hour!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Mighty Oak Tree!

There it stood the mighty oak tree

a land mark for all to see

tall and sturdy a familiar attraction

creating human interaction

magisterial presence on the roadside

could not be denied.

 

Even with the immensity of progress

it’s radiance many did bless

no longer alone in vast open fields

of huge harvest yields

now a town replaced the open space

man growth gathered pace!

 

The mighty oak last link of an ancient past

natures demise the shadow cast

how long before the tree became a liability

to man’s growing instability

and even that tiny piece of land they require

and the oak no more to admire!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Drought!

They said there was a drought water was short

not enough for domestic use.

At first were declaring it was nobodies fault

it had not rained for so long.

You’d be committing an offence by using a hose pipe

truthfully was a load of tripe!

 

Water companies out there making a financial killing

all encouraged not to waste water.

More fancy gadgets that the public would be willing

to buy water usage multiplied.

As the buzz words build more on any piece of land

telling us there was a demand!

 

Thousands of houses built telling us there was a need

statistics only the government held!

Small groups tried protesting for it not to proceed

but fields were still built on.

Heavy rains came with even more depleted drainage

so did our despair and rage.

 

A state of increasing taxes with absolutely nothing to show

more became classed as poor!

Communication with voters became extremely slow

the authorities had a strangle hold!

As the ban on a non-existent drought dragged on

more doubters joined the throng!

 

Was there a danger of a rapidly growing national threat

from the people against those elite?

Basking in luxury as the masses had increasing debt

the drought adding more fury!

Restrictions taking their dignity it had turned sour

there would be a definitive hour!

 

Or is this just a modern nightmare tale?

 

The Foureyed Poet.