Huntsman Poems - Poems about Huntsman

The huntsman and his peregrine Woods was all his belongings The huntsman's only pride and his holy livelihood Flew an injured peregrine to his land one evening Her quill feathers perfumed of mountains and coastal She was somebody or someone of a kind like peregrine species of grass He beholds an earnest affection for this creature Full of dotes...

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Five in the morning storm rumbles in distance balmy, sweaty, thirsty in the half light of dawn I grab some shorts from the work clothes draw slip them on and a singlet down some water birds sing, crickets harmonize When I fill another glass of water I think something is odd with these shorts some big, hairy spider legs protrude out from there big huntsman up the...

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Beneath the loose bark Hairy legs Protect young future...

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The Haggis is an elusive wee beastie with sweet tasting meat and two hearts to defeat. To catch one and feast upon is a well deserved treat. Even the most skilled huntsmen are lucky to catch a glimpse, as it scurries so fast with its two hearts beating fast. Oh the Haggis indeed has a quick witted heed. It evades all known traps...

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Sent out on the lookout, this compass directs his path, arrows pointing to his destination whenever he freely asks, there once was a valuable piece of property, the king seeked out to find, so he searched and sent out a towns huntsman, the very best one of his kind, the deep valley he struggled to cross, the steep, and...

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He rode home from St Just In drink taken Passing the standing stones Silently past him there flows a pack of hounds Jet black hounds Hard on their heels is a dark rider As black as the pit of hell He calls "Hold on What sport is this? Give me some of your game" "Take that " was the cold reply Something was tossed to...

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huntsman craves trophy so spends hours, silent wait… golden snow bears proof...

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The huntsman kneels to examine his prey A lovely young lady, who’s gone astray The arrow of love was pierced in her chest She woke the next morn after the nights rest She gazed from the ground at the forest ceiling And felt upon her breast a cool touch of healing When the huntsmen, drained from the chase, Saw...

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