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RUN RUN WITH THE HOUNDS

'TIL THE PISTON FIST IN YOUR CHEST HAS BURST

THEN YOU WILL SHARE

THE FLIGHT AND DEATH OF THE RUNNING HARE

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raypool

Wed 22nd Nov 2017 21:55

HI David. As I put in my poem about the Wheatsheaf - two minds as one. What more can I say? I wrote this on Saturday so fairly concurrent with what you describe. I like your version so far . It's great to see a similar thought pattern in different hands. Piston is the in - word !
Thanks mate.

HI Beno . I think if we find something morally repugnant we are maybe on the road to a better appreciation of life and its responsibilities. No doubt the hunting fraternity would have a cast iron opposite view or should I say a loop hole to escape through' hey, welcome to the real world!
Appreciate your kind comments.

Also, thanks Col and Rich for liking this one!

Ray

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Beno

Wed 22nd Nov 2017 07:01

I've always been a towny, so I don't get fox hunting. It doesn't seem right. I've tried so very hard to see the other side, but to date I just cannot. This poem in its short single verse puts you in the hares place, the fear and panic. I don't like to think about it . Maybe I should?

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 21st Nov 2017 22:43

Bloody hell Ray, how weird again.

I was taking my mum and dad out for a drive across the Leicestershire countryside today, deep in hunting country. I was imagining the fox being chased in the landscape and feeling it was like me running from my memories of the place I lived in for so long as a teenager.

I got back to my mum and dads house (my teenage home) and started penning something, the first verse had a fox running, his heart beating like a piston, so very strange.

These were my words, of a work now in progress...

"I watch the Fox from a hilltop
traverse the land outstretched, hedgerow and ditch
hillock and furrowed ground,
only the wind in my ears.

He ran like an endless drum-roll
to the piston beat of a wild heart"

David.

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