I want to go and run and bound,
Through the heather like a stag,
To wit this day of rutting,
Freedoms air towards me will be bound.

The deep dark brown of the mountains,
The soft curved lines of the glen,
The gush and the tinkle of the burns,
As they tumble and flow on their way.

I would stand proud and survey all this beauty,
My Antlers standing pointed and proud,
Hark a shot rings out it is all gone,
All I will survey now is someone’s front lounge.

Anthony Foster

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