The
mist creeps over the waking canal
The splash
of ripples echo on the bank
Shadowy
figures emerge into the daylight
Slow
clapping of metal on stone wakes the day
Dampness
of the dew lies light upon the soil
Unturned
the pasture lies fallow in the dawn
Ploughman's
lunch lies untouched within its bag
Rhythmic
stride cuts new furrows in the field
Coal
dust sprinkles the choking air of the pit
Tunnels
echo to the beat of the hammers fall
Blackened
faces load their bounty on the cart
Thudding
hooves bring black gold to the light
Smell
of death permeates the morning sky
Valleys
crackle to the sound of clashing steel
Foot
soldiers stand and watch in fear and awe
As mounted
warriors charge upon their ranks
Bullets
sing their song of silence in the air
Symphony
of death that echoes cross the land
Man
rides his beast into the blanket of destruction
The
clatter of the armour charging once again
A
legacy in history that rises every day
Partnership
that's grown through the time of man
Simple
bonds of friendship conquering their dreams
The
heavy horse looks out upon another dawn
©
Fergus Martin
May
2014
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