Ok here goes - Hunting Poem

[Guest CharlieC]

Ok folks, heres a poem I wrote about 8 years ago, I have never shared it, and always intended it to be read to my friends when I snuffed it, but I figure what the hell :11: I have a few years left in me at least :11: :11:

If someone else can get some pleasure from reading it, or using it as a eulogy, then why not.

Enjoy

 

Fond Farewell by ***** **** ******

 

Remember me on yonder hill, with lurchers running by

Remember me hunting, for fear our sport may die.

Remember the passion and the never ending thrill,

Of the open moors, the wildnerness, the hunt - the chase- the kill.

 

Remember rain and howling wind, with clouds pressing in,

Fellow hunters gathered round like men of clan and kin.

To rake the hills, moors and glens, relentless in pursuit,

Of vermin in all shapes and forms, with lurcher dogs hirsute.

 

Remember what this feels like to be Master of the Moor

Bird and beast at your command,

King of all men - rich and poor.

The power of the countryside rests upon your hand,

The bleak and open landscape will provide for your demand.

 

Remember all these days and nights, the bitter darkness the sunny morn,

The feeling of joy and hope and birth as you watch the rising dawn.

Remember this and think of me as swirling in the mist,

That twines above the riverbend and clings to every twist.

 

I want to lie on yonder hill and watch the sun go down

Away from hectic modern life, from traffic and bustling town.

I want to feel the peaceful pause as the day comes to an end,

I want to keep on walking as I near the final bend.

 

I stroll into the sunset now, I feel content and satisfied

I wont look back as my journey ends, Ill disappear with pride.

 

I'll be with you on yonder hill, under starry skies and shining moon,

I'll be with you as you roam the land, whistling a lively tune.

I'll be the sun that warms your back, the wind that cools you down,

Remember me best on yonder hill with a faithful running hound

 

>goes off for a blub< :11:

[Guest CharlieC]

:11: Roberta Burns - now I like that its got a ring to it

[IanB 0]

Excellent Charlie

[smallmouth 1]

@ CharleC, (after an earlier @ doxhope).

 

Must be me hormones playing me up, think I'd better slap another HRT patch on and bugger off down the pub...........

 

Thanks for sharing it though.

[barraboy 28]

great poem....

 

maybe somebody should collect all these and publish them to the wider public so they can see want true hunters feel about their sport, i think it could change quite a few opinions and show the whole hunting fraternity in a different light.

[Guest CharlieC]

great poem....  

 

maybe somebody should collect all these and publish them to the wider public so they can see want true hunters feel about their sport, i think it could change quite a few opinions and show the whole hunting fraternity in a different light.

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Im up for that

[shaun v 3]

[Stabs 3]

Lovely that Charlie

[Guest CharlieC]

I know Im lovely :11: :kiss:

 

What did you think of the poem ? :11: :11:

[Stabs 3]

Poem was shite :11:

 

No seriously though, really top job that

[borderterrier 0]

 

deffinatly need one spot for all poems instead of scattered all over site.

 

Keep'em coming.

[Guest CharlieC]

Ok :11: This is a little hobby of mine I make these ones off the top of my head so they really will be shite :11:

 

There once was a guy called Sir Stabs,

He liked to have sex in mini cabs

One day he caught the bus

To see what was all the fuss

And came back with a dose of the crabs :11:

 

There once was an angry young man called Shaggy

He lived on a mountain that was Craggy

He had a big nose

And liked to wear womens clothes

And its rumoured his tits were quite saggy :11:

 

There was a guy called Foxgun Tom

He attracted the ladies like a real sex bomb

Mothers and daughters

Like lambs to the slaughter

Tom had them all, sub and dom :11:

 

There once was a lad called Paddy

He thought that he was the "daddy"

He wanked for hours a night

And his chat ups were shite

But he knew how to fire his waddy :11:

 

There once was a guy called Mac

He woke up with a pain in his sac

"Doctor help me Im sick!"

"Yes I know you Prick"

"Go home and take twenty prozac" :11:

 

There once was a chap called Ian

His kilt blew over his e'en

He couldnae see

to aim his pee

And ended up falling over when weeing :11:

 

shall I carry on or stop now before I get carried away? :11: :11:

[Guest CharlieC]

Ok one more cos I cant resist :

 

There once was a man called chilli

It was 20 years since hed seen his own willy

so he cut out the booze

and jogged instead of a snooze

now hes found it hes playing with it summat silly

 

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[Stabs 3]

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[Guest Keeps]

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