The monument bathed in sunlight
The air was crisp and we
The protectors of the wild ones
Came out to stand and be
Messengers to the many
Passing by who might
Forget that in these glorious woods
The wild souls and their plight
Was coming to a head me thinks
Trailing for the Hare
The brown one oh so magickal
Just a few still there
Were bound to feel the undoubted wrath
Of the National Trust
Who Thought it was a good idea
A kind of boom and bust
These beautiful of creatures
Harming no one they
Live in their own secrecy
Thats how they pass each day
Gifted by our mother
Ashridge be supreme
A wondrous winter playground
Morever its a dream
Come true in all its wildness
And creatures great and small
Have to be protected
Yes by one and all
Allowing trailing licences
And hunting our disgust
Really is gut wrenching
And so to the National Trust
You have to be forthcoming
You have to walk your talk
Trust the nation wants it
The land is built on chalk
Such strength is in the history
Of caring and we all
Must share the gifts of nature
Not just break every rule
Hares and foxes matter
Money in the bank
Frankly know your wisdom
And understand you rank
Highly in the nation
So dont throw all that away
Pandering to the hunters
Who bring themselves down each day
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.