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Won't you help support DayPoems? Miles Keogh's HorseBy John Hay10/8/1838-7/1/1905On the bluff of the Little Big-Horn, At the close of a woful day, Custer and his Three Hundred In death and silence lay. Three Hundred to three Thousand! They had bravely fought and bled; For such is the will of Congress When the White man meets the Red. The White men are ten millions, The thriftiest under the sun; The Reds are fifty thousand, And warriors every one. So Custer and all his fighting men Lay under the evening skies, Staring up at the tranquil heaven With wide, accusing eyes. And of all that stood at noonday In that fiery scorpion ring, Miles Keogh's horse at evening Was the only living thing. Alone from that field of slaughter, Where lay the three hundred slain, The horse Comanche wandered, With Keogh's blood on his mane. And Sturgis issued this order, Which future times shall read, While the love and honor of comrades Are the soul of the soldier's creed. He said Let the horse Comanche Henceforth till he shall die, Be kindly cherished and cared for By the Seventh Cavalry. He shall do no labor; he never shall know The touch of spur or rein; Nor shall his back be ever crossed By living rider again. And at regimental formation Of the Seventh Cavalry, Comanche draped in mourning and led By a trooper of Company I, Shall parade with the Regiment! Thus it was Commanded and thus done, By order of General Sturgis, signed By Adjutant Garlington. Even as the sword of Custer, In his disastrous fall, Flashed out a blaze that charmed the world And glorified his pall, This order, issued amid the gloom That shrouds our army's name, When all foul beasts are free to rend And tear its honest fame, Shall prove to a callous people That the sense of a soldier's worth, That the love of comrades, the honor of arms, Have not yet perished from earth. DayPoems Poem No. 1541 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2006 by Timothy Keith Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly attempt to assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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