LOST TO WAR
By Liam Connolly
"See you later" Sophie shouted out the bus window in a quivering voice. Waving her scarf as if to wave away the daunting prospect that she was slipping away. Slipping away to war. Slipping away into the ocean like a land slide... lost forever. Staring out of my stable door, I let out a yelp and took off down the road that might just lead to the separation of a family member and most importantly my most favourite thing in the whole wide world! Galloping after the monstrous vehicle that was taking Sophie away, I put on speed and was upon the bus immediately. Shoving my lanky head in, huffing a sorrowful sigh and steering into her deep green eyes, I plead for my dear Sophie to stay. Feeling a sudden tug I reared back. David has me... but why? David wanted Sophie to stay as well! Stop! ... no! ... Sophie!
And she was gone. Off around the corner and there was no running after her this time. Steering down at David, I noticed he was crying. Horses can't cry but I knew what it meant and at that moment I was feeling the same. Lowering my neck and nuzzling his chest I embraced David. "Thanks Sparkey" he said clearing his throat "I'll miss her too!" It had been a horrible week! First Bingo the Appaloosa, then Dash the Azteca and now Sophie! Now there was only Mum, Dad, David and I.
Clip-clopping up the sandy gravel path feeling sorrowfully depressed, we stared up at the large structure that the Jones family called home. Mr and Mrs Jones wandered down the drive and embraced us in a solemn "I'll miss her too" moment.
Weeks went by with no signs of my two beloved horsey friends or Sophie. "Come along" David hollered from the shed. "Time to get you plowing again missy!" Trudging down the musty gravel road I made my way to the shed and got fastened up in the walking plow.
As David and I trundled around to the fields past the main road, we stared up at the front of the amazing house. Stone walls wrapping around the protruding snow white window frames and columns. The old house was perfectly formed by tiled roof, vibrant gardens and the gravel paths that we stood on. Filtering around the old fountain spraying jets of crystal clear water, we continued across the path. We finally made it to the fields in which I knew all too well. Starting the hefty job all I could think about was Sophie. Why did she have to leave? Days, weeks, months ticked by but no Bingo, no Dash and most importantly no Sophie! Always doing jobs around the farm, David and I became very close, working together and riding together. It felt like ages since I had seen Sophie or the other horses.
One day I didn't work, I didn't do anything for that matter, everyone cried and David told be Bingo wasn't coming back. And then the day came, the worst of all...although Dash had returned and I was happy, where was Sophie? I found out where she went on that horrible day. She had gone to work as a nurse on a Red Cross ship. They had been hit by the enemy and it sank to the very bottom of that cold, blue ocean and took my beloved Sophie with her. Lost to war.
By Liam Connolly
"See you later" Sophie shouted out the bus window in a quivering voice. Waving her scarf as if to wave away the daunting prospect that she was slipping away. Slipping away to war. Slipping away into the ocean like a land slide... lost forever. Staring out of my stable door, I let out a yelp and took off down the road that might just lead to the separation of a family member and most importantly my most favourite thing in the whole wide world! Galloping after the monstrous vehicle that was taking Sophie away, I put on speed and was upon the bus immediately. Shoving my lanky head in, huffing a sorrowful sigh and steering into her deep green eyes, I plead for my dear Sophie to stay. Feeling a sudden tug I reared back. David has me... but why? David wanted Sophie to stay as well! Stop! ... no! ... Sophie!
And she was gone. Off around the corner and there was no running after her this time. Steering down at David, I noticed he was crying. Horses can't cry but I knew what it meant and at that moment I was feeling the same. Lowering my neck and nuzzling his chest I embraced David. "Thanks Sparkey" he said clearing his throat "I'll miss her too!" It had been a horrible week! First Bingo the Appaloosa, then Dash the Azteca and now Sophie! Now there was only Mum, Dad, David and I.
Clip-clopping up the sandy gravel path feeling sorrowfully depressed, we stared up at the large structure that the Jones family called home. Mr and Mrs Jones wandered down the drive and embraced us in a solemn "I'll miss her too" moment.
Weeks went by with no signs of my two beloved horsey friends or Sophie. "Come along" David hollered from the shed. "Time to get you plowing again missy!" Trudging down the musty gravel road I made my way to the shed and got fastened up in the walking plow.
As David and I trundled around to the fields past the main road, we stared up at the front of the amazing house. Stone walls wrapping around the protruding snow white window frames and columns. The old house was perfectly formed by tiled roof, vibrant gardens and the gravel paths that we stood on. Filtering around the old fountain spraying jets of crystal clear water, we continued across the path. We finally made it to the fields in which I knew all too well. Starting the hefty job all I could think about was Sophie. Why did she have to leave? Days, weeks, months ticked by but no Bingo, no Dash and most importantly no Sophie! Always doing jobs around the farm, David and I became very close, working together and riding together. It felt like ages since I had seen Sophie or the other horses.
One day I didn't work, I didn't do anything for that matter, everyone cried and David told be Bingo wasn't coming back. And then the day came, the worst of all...although Dash had returned and I was happy, where was Sophie? I found out where she went on that horrible day. She had gone to work as a nurse on a Red Cross ship. They had been hit by the enemy and it sank to the very bottom of that cold, blue ocean and took my beloved Sophie with her. Lost to war.