Edward Thomas Poems
|84.||As the Team's Head- Brass||3/19/2003|
|85.||As the Clouds that are so Light||4/7/2010|
|87.||And You, Helen||4/7/2010|
|89.||After You Speak||4/7/2010|
Women he liked, did shovel-bearded Bob,
Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath, but he
Loved horses. He himself was like a cob
And leather-coloured. Also he loved a tree.
For the life in them he loved most living things,
But a tree chiefly. All along the lane
He planted elms where now the stormcock sings
That travellers hear from the slow-climbing train.