Life in all its glory is why I tell this story

Life and all its glory
Is why I tell this story
Wildness is my being
Its when I am all seeing
The forest is my darkness
The tall trees are my place
The freedom the encounter
For me is a disgrace
The hounds we hear them breathing
Gulping back the air
Yelping in the moment
When deers around then scare
The truthfulness of being
The hunters on our trail
Their evil is dishonesty
A thought provoking tale

At Frosterden and Waveney
The broads the water sighs
Initiates are everywhere
The wildness of the wise
Chasing us perversion
Unfounded but we know
The horses are close by us
Their cluttering hooves bestow
Great fear exaggerated
Disproportionately
I can feel my heart is heaving
They are chasing after me
Grass fresh shoots my wishfulness
And all they want to do
Is break the law and chase me
Through dark thickets to
An end which I feel is closer
They want my dead flesh, they
Want to profit from the fear
The dogs each bite is way
Too much for me to suffer
The red coats and the horn
Charlatans each one of them
Why was it they were born

And where are the so called coppers
When fraudsters come and go
Drive their hounds across the fields
Everyone does know
They are hunting toffs and others
Whips out slash away
Two more wild souls perished
Taken from the wilds today.