Farewell to a Hunter
Posted on Friday, June 12, 2020
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Author unknown
A sad but poignant verse to a favourite hunter at that difficult time. To no misfortune in the field He bows, fit ending of the game; No weight of years bids him to yield, But swift disease that warps his frame. So Mercy stepping in must break The bonds that Love would fain hold fast,...