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The Girl I Sold My Horse For
rambling wide was what I did
saloons and bars near and far,
winds alive behind my back
horizons lit by a guiding star
I never thought much different
till she caught my horse's rein,
she taught me to settle down,
didn't need my horse's mane
she's sassy and bright and clever
I grew to love the kegs she wore,
she's the mother of my kid now
she's the girl I s...
Tuesday 1st December 2020 11:17 am
Why I went back
Why I went back
A posthumous poem in the voice of Walter Tull – 28.04.1888 to 25.03.1918
Until you’ve been under fire
hunkered down in some funk hole
you’ll never know terror, the horror
or the damage to the soul
that just one barrage can do,
before you ever hear the whistle’s blast
that, sadly it’s true
for all too many,
signals this’ll be your last.
So...
Friday 17th January 2020 6:44 am
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