Poems

Hands!

Hands! Hands! Gentle Hands! When the Field at covert stands, When your four-rear-old is sweating, Foamed and fidgety and fretting As a stray hound jumps the […]

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Hounds!

Hounds! There is music on disc and on wireless, Band-music, dance-tunes for the tireless, Sweet music from day unto day; But the music a man will […]

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