Poems by William Henry Ogilvie
Riderless
... The challenge of the unbacked colt ...
Hands!
... You can steady him and soothe him with your Hands! ...
The Game Of Our Hearts
... This, where there 's nothing to trust ...
A Little Bit Of Garden
... and tulip-flowers whose crimson flags ...
To Horse And Away
... Hark for'ard! And leave her Care dead for a day! ...
The Huntsman's Horse
... To the swift is their swiftness, their strength to the strong! ...
The Circus
... thrill. Out of the lost years' twilight, clad in their spangles ...
Hounds Going Home In The Dark
... Keep to the front there! Stop them, Mark! ...
The Perfect Hat
... Will send them racing o'er the ridge, ...
Wind Of The Night
... Blow them on, for they 're running right ! ...
The Veteran
... But when the rails stand clean and high, the walls stand big and bare, ...
Our Pilots
... That rallies us to ride our best - dead straight - and chance the falls ...
The Bush, My Lover
... . . What heart were torn of loving ...
New Forest Ponies
... And the bells on the heath-flower tinkling ...
The Filling Of The Swamps
... Hurrah for the clouds and the glorious rain - - - ...
