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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>WElcome Guest, story poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harried by hounds the stag is spent.<br>He is worn out and terrified.<br>Enters my gates by accident, <br>In search of somewhere he can hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He finds safety in a stall <br>which has long been unoccupied.<br>He’s found his haven after all.<br> Because I instantly decide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bar my gates against the hounds<br>and to the idiots who ride.<br>They will not trespass on my grounds.<br>The law is firmly on my side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stag is safe and free to stay.<br>I will ensure he is not harmed<br> until the hunters go away.<br>He has no cause to be alarmed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll set him free to go his way<br> when he regains his energy.<br>They must forego their kill today.<br> The Stag is no mans enemy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate the men who hunt for sport<br> the harmless creatures of the wild<br>Who they can kill without a thought.<br>Our views can not be reconciled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They will return from whence they came <br>slowly and dejectedly.<br>Because I spoilt the little game<br>They’ll ban me from their company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ban that will not worry me<br> although they are convinced it will.<br>I much prefer the company <br>of the wild deer they hope to kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Stag appear to understand<br> although it watches warily.<br>That it is safe by my command<br> and he is resting easily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it grows dark I’ll turn him loose <br>back to the freedom that he knows.<br>I am quite sure he won’t refuse.<br>Though I’ll be sad to see him go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was not born to be confined.<br>He has a nobler destiny.<br>Protecting his small flock of hinds<br> and raising up a family.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think he knows I wish him well <br>and looks at me before he goes.<br>He has no tongue in which to tell.<br>But I am certain that he knows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tuesday,16 March 2010<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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He is worn out and terrified.
Enters my gates by accident, 
In search of somewhere he can hide.

He finds safety in a stall 
which has long been unoccupied.
He’s found his haven after all.
 Because I instantl..."></div>
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