I Want To Go And Run And Bound. Poem by Anthony Foster
I Want To Go And Run And Bound.
I want to go and run and bound,
Through the heather like a stag,
To wit this day of rutting,
Freedoms air towards me will be bound.
The deep dark brown of the mountains,
The soft curved lines of the glen,
The gush and the tinkle of the burns,
As they tumble and flow on their way.
I would stand proud and survey all this beauty,
My Antlers standing pointed and proud,
Hark a shot rings out it is all gone,
All I will survey now is someone’s front lounge.
This was good to read, but I am a rhythm and rhyme poet. There were places here where I expected a rhyme but didn't find it. That always bothers me a little. Anyway, the reading did flow in places and the story was wonderful. Something I think about every hunting season. GW62
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4/26/2024 11:23:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
would stand proud and survey all this beauty, My Antlers standing pointed and proud, Hark a shot rings out it is all gone, lovley write with beautiful feeling inisde... i liked it so much.. r read mine// blame me, , i am novice and unnatural act