I was up in the HIghlands over the weekend when I recieved the sad news of Franks passing.An incredibly knowledgeable man on all things of the countryside and those that met him would instantly attest.
I would mither him on kielbasa recepies and smoking stuff,carp fishing etc.Life is as short as we make it,and he certainly lived a life most of us could only dream of.
For the Sportsman
He walked where the wild winds softly call,
By marsh and wood, he knew them all.
At dawn’s first light, through mist and dew,
His faithful dogs beside him too.
The flight of geese, the whirr of wings,
The hush the early morning brings.
He knew the hills, the still, deep glen,
A quiet soul among wild men.
Now nature keeps him, calm and near,
In every bark, in every deer.
The wild remembers clear and true,
The man who loved the morning view.