January 29, 2017

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January 29, 2017

Such Beauty that mine eyes perceive,
Gives cause for my poor heart to grieve,
Because this paragon I see,
Shall never stand here next to me.
Benighted is my wretched life,
Her grace it lacks, whilst gloom is rife,
To take her gentle hands in mine,
Our fingers, like our souls, entwined,
Is but a dream my heart holds dear,
For she is far away, not near,
And knows not she’s my heart’s desire,
The oxygen for passion’s fire,
And yet my heart holds on to hope,
And slips not down the slippery slope,
Of unrequited Love’s despair,
For whilst her soul is strong and fair,
And in her breast her heart doth beat,
All thoughts of her remaineth sweet,
And give my soul cause to rejoice,
My heart lives happy with it’s choice.

© 2017 Martin Graham King

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January 14, 2017

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January 14, 2017

An orange flash, a tufted tail,
Those red-clad bastards on her trail,
The hounds commence their ghastly wail,
An orange flash, a tufted tail,
The Sabs work hard to make them fail,
The Vixen’s scent is growing stale,
An orange flash, a tufted tail,
Those red-clad bastards lose her trail.

~O~

In honour of the heroic work by the Devon County Hunt Saboteurs (http://tinyurl.com/htneenv) and all the Hunt Sabs across the country, who venture out in all weathers to try and keep our Foxes alive and the bastard foxhunters honest…

If you can, please click on the link and look for their donate button, They need all the help they can to keep the Landrover running and the Foxes safe and sound, Thank You 🙂

© 2017 Martin Graham King