Through shadowed forests of old Normandy,
The Norman Hound once threaded swift and keen,
A master of the hunt, in history.
Its amber eyes glinted through the leafy green,
Muscles coiled for chase across the plain,
A breed unmatched, yet now no longer seen.
Through bramble, stream, and wind-swept rain,
It followed stag and boar with measured grace,
A legend held in memory’s faint chain.
The chronicles mark each bold, silent pace,
Illustrations capture furrowed brow and snout,
Echoes of a hound that time cannot replace.
Though centuries have drawn its life about,
Its spirit lingers where the hunters roamed,
A shadowed echo, noble beyond doubt.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is inspired by the Norman Hound, an extinct breed of scent hound from France. For more context visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_Hound
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Comments2
This is very interesting. Great breed. Poem is lovely.
A lovely tribute to an extinct line of noble animals
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