A recent poll assured us that most FHL readers enjoy reading foxhunting poems by the old masters. As we approach the cubhunting season, try to imagine what's in store for the young entry! Here's a sympathetic look by Will Ogilvie.
The winter sunset lit the leafless trees
With Gold and crimson as the short day waned;
The wind had ceased its plaintive melodies;
The woodland darkened, and deep silence reigned.
