The ambulance horses …. a poem by Australian poet Frank Prem.
The road at La Boiselle https://collections.museumvictoria.com.au/items/1703711
I am
the ambulance
I drive (clip clop)
on pitted paths
the dugouts
beside the road
show that
the war has been
but
I do not fight
I
gather up
the pieces
all
the little
broken
pieces
put them together
beneath a bandage
and hope theyโll heal
while I run
to get another
and I run
to stay alive
then I pack us
all
in the wagon
(clip clop)
(clip clop)
move along
catch my breath
I stay alive
~
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Thanks for sharing!
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Anne, thanks so much for reblogging this poem. I’m delighted you thought it worth sharing.
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nice poem
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Thank you.
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