At this remembrance time of year let us not forget the animals that were sacrificed in these horrendous times. Their heroic efforts were just as important as the actions of the men, women and children. There are no words to describe the horrors they went through and we should forever be grateful. I found a very touching poem by Neil Andrews that I thought I would like to share with you.
I SPOKE TO YOU IN WHISPERS -BY NEIL ANDREW
I spoke to you in whispers
As shells made the ground beneath us quake
We both trembled in that crater
A toxic muddy blood lake
I spoke to you and pulled your ears
To try and quell your fearful eye
As bullets whizzed through the raindrops
And we watched the men around us die
I spoke to you in stable tones
A quiet tranquil voice
At least I volunteered to fight
You didn’t get to make the choice
I spoke to you of old times
Perhaps you went before the plough
And pulled the haycart from the meadow
Far from where were dying now