William Henry Ogilvie

Here you will find the Poem Skyline Tommy of poet William Henry Ogilvie

Skyline Tommy

He loves all games that good men play- 
And plays them clean and straight- 
But most the chase of foxes 
With all its turns of fate. 
When far behind him in the vale 
Strings out our beaten hunt 
With easy grace he keeps his place, 
His rightful place, in front.
He always seems to lead us 
Whate'er the pace may be- 
`He's always on the skyline! ' 
As some one said to me. 
`Tis true his horses are the best,
`Tis true he steals his start, 
But none could hold a line so bold 
Without a gallant heart. 
So here's to Skyline Tommy, 
The bravest of our guides! 
In all the scattered counties 
No finer horseman rides; 
Not soon shall we, the laggards, 
The cheering sight forget 
Of Tommy high against the sky 
In splendid silhouette!