Poem-Herne the Hunter
I have been inspired by a day in Sherwood Forest.
From the east coast of England, I bring to you the first in a series of Robyn Hood poems.
I give you......................
Herne The Hunter
I am Herne the hunter and you are a leaf driven by the wind of change.
My home is within nature; I’m from a long distant age.
Visions of hunting is what I see,
As I walk through the forest of the ancient trees.
My hunting skills sharpen as I stalk the wild boar.
That’s what I do best in the old forest lore.
I carve my tools with my woodcraft skills.
I meditate alone with the sternest of will.
King Richard did favour the words that I spoke.
As my fellow hunters made trophies carved from the oak.
These are a few words taken from my forestry life.
Protect yourselves wisely from troubles and strife.
Herne protect us!
Nothings forgotten, nothings ever forgotten.