Here you will find the Poem Hands! of poet William Henry Ogilvie
Hands! Gentle Hands! When the Field at covert stands, When your four-rear-old is sweating, Foamed and fidgety and fretting As a stray hound jumps the netting - You can steady him and soothe him with your Hands! Hands! Clever Hands! When your tiring hunter lands Over wall or ditch or double With his noseband in the stubble, That's the moment you're in trouble If you have not got the saving gift of Hands! Hands! Steady Hands! When your reins seem useless bands, With a mad brute going faster And a toss-up which is master, You may still avoid disaster If Providence has given to you Hands! Hands! Talking Hands! At the fence below the Stands, When you call on him to lead them, That's the moment when you need them, That's the time a horse will heed them As you bring him up and help him with your Hands! Hands! Horseman's Hands! When the stooping fairy stands At the cradle of a baby, She has richer gifts, it may be, But she never brought a better one than Hands!