Poems of Herbert Asquith
|21.||The Silver Birch||4/30/2012|
|24.||To a Baby Found Paddling Near the Thames||4/30/2012|
|27.||Youth in the Skies||4/30/2012|
After the Salvo
UP and down, up and down
They go, the gray rat, and the brown.
The telegraph lines are tangled hair,
Motionless on the sullen air
An engine has fallen on its back,
With crazy wheels, on a twisted track
All ground to dust is the little town.
Up and down, up and down
They go, the gray rat, and the brown