The Hunt Poem by chris spurrell

The coutryside is quiet and serene
And men in red coats can be seen
Riding through fields and over the stiles
Those horses must run for miles and miles
The men in red coats siiting up high
The wind in their hair the flush on their face
You would think they were running a race
The horses they fly as trees rush by
Spurned on by the sound of the horns
In the distant the barks of the hounds can be heard
The scent of the fox they have found
Now the chase has really begun
I really do hope that the fox can run
And run as fast as he possibly can
To stay away from the hounds and man
Through woods and fields he must flee
To keep his tail and stay free
He knows that he must run to survive
And see the setting of the sun.