Edward Thomas

(3 March 1878 - 9 April 1917 / London / England)

Edward Thomas Poems

81. Birds' Nests 4/7/2010
82. Beauty 12/31/2002
83. Aspens 1/3/2003
84. As the Team's Head- Brass 3/19/2003
85. As the Clouds that are so Light 4/7/2010
86. April 4/7/2010
87. And You, Helen 4/7/2010
88. Ambition 4/7/2010
89. After You Speak 4/7/2010
90. After Rain 4/7/2010
91. Adlestrop 12/31/2002
92. A Private 12/31/2002
93. A Gentleman 4/7/2010
94. A Cat 1/3/2003

Bob's Lane

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.

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