The Foxhunter’s Widow


Posted on Friday, March 10, 2017
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Sybil Maxwell 1897

‘Look out on the lawn’, great-grandchild, And clap your wee hands with fun; Blow a kiss to the field, my darling, And wish them a glorious run.   Some day you shall follow the music, With a low light hand on the rein; Aye, aye, you’ll keep close to the beauties, For you come of...
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