Old Memories


Posted on Tuesday, November 15, 2022
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: PH Ditchfield

Oh don’t you remember the brave runs of old, When we raced over hill and o’er dale, And we laughed as we leapt with the wild joy of youth, And courage no danger could quail? But now we are old, and the saddle, old friend, Will ne’er see us mounting again; And of all the...
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