A poem dedicated to a dog who lived for the hunt….Chester now aged 14 years and pictured today on most likely his final day out hunting.xxx
Just one more Hunt,
That’s all I seek,
Before these aging legs grow weak.
One more time to raise my clouding eye
As the whosh of wingbeats fill the sky.
My body is old but my heart has the will
to track that blood trail up the hill.
And through the cover where I know
Those clever pheasants always go.
I’ll try my best to bag a Duck
From the tailings pond with all that muck.
My gait may be unsteady
And my strength is fast draining
but I will Hunt to the end
With each breath remaining.
The last Hunt is over
I was up to the task and I thank you, my Master ,
‘cos all that I ask…
Is to follow my calling where the high pheasants fall and to Hunt with my heart
And give it my all…..