hunting poetry

whitser

do any lads try and write hunting poems? normally after a days hunting and a nights drinking i'll write a few verses. heres one i did last year.
roundtowers hunting men
we'll hunt auld fox,
with hound and ocks.
we'll hunt him morn til dusk,
hardy men from across the glen,
donaghmede to lusk.

all through the winter,
on the hills we can be found.
in hail rain or snow,
we'll hunt our hallowed ground.

ordinary working men,
all through the hunt we sing,
for us it is quite simple,
the working dog is king.

for our workers, money is no object,
they'll only get the best,
for they'll repay us ten-fold,
when they pass their test.

the test is in the field,
or underneath the ground,
to watch them give all they have and more,
is worth a million pound.

we'll walk twelve miles,
and dig eight feet,
before the day's end.
then tired tired but happy we head for home,
roundtowers hunting men.


lets here any verses you've done.

J.R.

Didn't write this myself but always liked it ....as apt now as over 100 years ago!

A Father's Advice

If a sportsman true you'd be
Listen carefully to me...

Never, never let your gun
Pointed be at anyone.
That it may unloaded be
Matters not the least to me.

When a hedge or fence you cross
Though of time it cause a loss
From your gun the cartridge take
For the greater safety's sake.

If twixt you and neighbouring gun
Bird shall fly or beast may run
Let this maxim ere be thine
"Follow not across the line."

Stops and beaters oft unseen
Lurk behind some leafy screen.
Calm and steady always be
"Never shoot where you can't see."

You may kill or you may miss
But at all times think of this:
"All the pheasants ever bred
Won't repay for one man dead."

Written by Mark Beaufoy of Coombe House, Shaftsbury, Dorset, England, in 1902, on presenting his eldest son, Henry Mark, with his first gun.

ivanthehunter

J.R. wrote: »

Didn't write this myself but always liked it ....as apt now as over 100 years ago!

A Father's Advice

If a sportsman true you'd be
Listen carefully to me...

Never, never let your gun
Pointed be at anyone.
That it may unloaded be
Matters not the least to me.

When a hedge or fence you cross
Though of time it cause a loss
From your gun the cartridge take
For the greater safety's sake.

If twixt you and neighbouring gun
Bird shall fly or beast may run
Let this maxim ere be thine
"Follow not across the line."

Stops and beaters oft unseen
Lurk behind some leafy screen.
Calm and steady always be
"Never shoot where you can't see."

You may kill or you may miss
But at all times think of this:
"All the pheasants ever bred
Won't repay for one man dead."

Written by Mark Beaufoy of Coombe House, Shaftsbury, Dorset, England, in 1902, on presenting his eldest son, Henry Mark, with his first gun.

Very Good...