Thrusters are steadying; hounds at a loss, <br />Checked at the stile leading into the lane, <br />Feel for it forward and feather across, <br />Keen to recover their quarry again. <br />Horsemen sit silently watching the pack; <br />Nothing is heard but the clinking of steel, <br />Then a low whimper-one hound running back- <br />‘ 'War' heel, there! 'War' heel!' <br />Life's but a heart-stirring hunt at the best. <br />Checked by old memories, bid them begone! <br />Fling to the front with a laugh and a jest, <br />All that you seek for is for'ard and on ! <br />Never look backward and never repine, <br />Keep with the pack as they scatter and wheel, <br />Turn from the years that have trampled the line! <br /> <br />'War' heel, there! 'War' heel!'<br /><br />William Henry Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-heel/
