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Good Old Gary. Port Protection. Alaska.
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Reynard
This field was loaded With fun, when bloodhound got Out on the run. A quick double-back. And surely a whack Was got from the Branch overhung. Fox’ bag was full Of cute pranks Some urine shot High up a bush Bespoke a beast Larger, not shy. And hound dog Would tremble the thought “This fox is much meaner Than I.” Much taller as well What the hell…I’m Flummoxed in This idiot’s eye. Good bye. (Art by Robert Bateman*) Reynard the Fox is one of the great poems of the English countryside and rural life. The headlong dash of John Masefield's narrative carries the reader on an exhilarating chase through the meadows and copses of the landscape the poet loved, pursued by a richly characterised community. https://allpoetry.com/Reynard-the-Fox----Part-1
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