The stalwart stag upon the hill
Waits there erect and rigid still
His antlers splayed and elegant
While seeming made of olifant.
This noble beast impresses me
He does not flinch nor will he flee
His heart beats hard and flutters fast
He rules the streams and forests vast.
A simple creature God has wrought
With strength and courage as he ought
He roams this land that once was free
Lost symbol of security !
Claire V. Bogdanos 