"into the early morn"
Grizzled grass, hoar-frosted hedge,
seen just into the early dawn,
a privilege!
Nellie, my golden spaniel,
bounds ahead,
a-barking off her foolish head!
Hunting dog?..HA!..
Woe is me!
Best to remember, a mere puppy,
moving,
just into the early morn!
Twelve bore over and under,
muzzle down!
Searching trees, searching ground.
There be pheasant,
hare, rabbit, plump partridge,
to be found!
Moving,
just into the early *morn!
Watery sunshine, refreshed air,
God's munificence, everywhere!
Wild growing, I see strawberries
by the ditch...
Wellington boots on wet rushes slip!
And, ever to my great despair,
golden haired Nellie, running spare!
Moving,
just into the early morn!
Whirr and rush beneath the trees!
Lone bird taking flight, young Nellie sees! Too far off, a shot to take, too soon flushed from cover,
now 'tis too late!
Nellie held back, staccato sharp words!
Moving,
just into the early morn!
Hours later, no bounty bagged,
stiff, weary boned, my footsteps lagged.
But, golden Nellie, eager yet,
tail a-wagging, at each rustle, leapt!
Now, slowly working our way home,
as, in wide circles Nellie roams!
Moving,
no longer...into the early morn!
goldenrod.
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