Exceptional Wounded horseman calls his mare Help! by Aussie Rhyming Poem contest entry

He rode the wind, mustering cattle Cattle grazing on lush green land Land he was raised on; High Country Country where snow lay deep as sand. Mountains kiss the bright blue fall Fall at home; now blazing desert and alone Alone and wounded; his horse waited Waited for her master's whistle call Him for help, she looked down Down at the broken soldier dying Dying alone except for his horse Horse listened to whispered sighing. She walked towards him shaking head Head of roan, so beautiful, nuzzled Nuzzled his face where tears ran down Down, not out as he thought, puzzled. Help, his horse dragged him by stirrup Stirrup held, horse slow, shouting heard Heard men ploughing through the sand Sand, men grunted, lifted him no word Word, no. He grinned at his saviour men Men called mare's name she whinnied reply Reply to her name, she would come Come help him, she knew her master's cry. Recognized Author Notes Contest for Rhyming Poem: This is a Loop poem ABCB. Soldier in the desert badly wounded, his beloved horse named Help. He taught her to come to her name and in his pain he couldn't call her name for her to come to him. His men found him and both were saved. Fiction. Each stanza is ABCB. complete in itself.

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