Out of the early morning light <br />Came the sound <br />Of a thousand horse and men <br />Amid the dust and acrid smell of horse and sweat <br />A single horseman burst from the pack <br />And rode toward me <br />In my dream <br />He pulled the horse <br />To a sudden stop <br />He dismounted then announced <br />I am Lieutenant Harry Morant <br />Otherwise known as Breaker Morant <br />Horsebreaker, Soldier and Poet <br />Those Men you see to the left <br />Are the Men who fought with me <br />Those Men you see to the right <br />Are my former enemies <br />Now we ride as one <br />We were out in the veldt <br />Fighting the Boer <br />The way he fought us <br />We applied rule 303 <br />We caught them <br />We shot them <br />Under rule 303 <br />I only followed orders <br />I was born to life <br />I was born to serve <br />Major General Kitchenor <br />The appeal for a lessor sentence <br />You denied <br />The sea showed you no mercy <br />On the Hampshire you did sink <br />I Lieutenant Harry Morant <br />A bullet from the Men <br />With whom i did ride <br />No cover for my eye <br />Shoot straight, shoot well <br />For i was willing to die <br />With those last words <br />He mounted his horse <br />And rode into history <br /> <br />October 2009<br /><br />Allan James Saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-poem-3/
