William Henry Ogilvie

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!