I watch from a spot
Over looking the valley
Hear the baying of hounds
Ready for the hunt
See men and women
On finely groomed horses
As in the town square
You see them rally
The vicar gives them
Their final blessing
As the villagers
Young and old look on
The master sounds his horn
The order for the off
And stirs the hearts
Of all those watching
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An apt portrayal of a hunt meeting
I was at my one and only hunt and found it brings a village to life, Nice comment thanks Margaret