La Boiselle (1): clip clop (stay alive)

The ambulance horses …. a poem by Australian poet Frank Prem.

Frank Prem Poetry

the road at La Boiselle392433-small The road at La Boiselle

I am
the ambulance

I drive (clip clop)
on pitted paths

the dugouts
beside the road
show that
the war has been

I do not fight
gather up
the pieces

the little

put them together
beneath a bandage

and hope theyโ€™ll heal

while I run
to get another

and I run
to stay alive

then I pack us
in the wagon

(clip clop)

(clip clop)

move along

catch my breath

I stay alive


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5 Comments Add yours

  1. cigarman501 says:

    Thanks for sharing!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Frank Prem says:

    Anne, thanks so much for reblogging this poem. I’m delighted you thought it worth sharing.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. map195 says:

    nice poem

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