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The Field Trial

By:
William Tomatich


Through the squat
the beaters came
Holding Sticks in hand
So intent upon the game
was each & every man

Intent to have the rabbit out
they wandered to & fro
Until someone among them shout
we have a Tally Ho

Through the grass the rabbit flees
his trail left unseen
He'll take refuge in the trees
but not from noses keen

The dogs are placed upon the line
thie time is at hand
It's time to show what the dogs can do
They'll need no help from man

The sent is struck, the dogs are freed
they all sound off in kind
it's not so much speed they need
as accuracy on the line

And the rabbit may not be seen again
nor do they really care
the trail to them, is the end
and not the running Hare.