I want to go and run and bound, <br />Through the heather like a stag, <br />To wit this day of rutting, <br />Freedoms air towards me will be bound. <br /> <br />The deep dark brown of the mountains, <br />The soft curved lines of the glen, <br />The gush and the tinkle of the burns, <br />As they tumble and flow on their way. <br /> <br />I would stand proud and survey all this beauty, <br />My Antlers standing pointed and proud, <br />Hark a shot rings out it is all gone, <br />All I will survey now is someone’s front lounge.<br /><br />Anthony Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-to-go-and-run-and-bound/
