Explore Poems GO!

The Dead Fox Hunter

Rating: 2.8

We found the little captain at the head;
His men lay well-aligned.
We touched his hand &mdash stone cold &mdash and he was dead,
And they, all dead behind,
Had never reached their goal, but they died well;
They charged in line, and in the same line fell.

They well-known rosy colours of his face
Were almost lost in grey.
We saw that, dying and in hopeless case,

For others' sake that day
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 05 June 2014

This is interesting.i enjoyed the read

0 0 Reply