Edward Thomas Poems
|85.||The Dark Forest||1/3/2003|
|87.||But These Things Also||4/7/2010|
|92.||The Cherry Trees||12/31/2002|
|93.||Like The Touch Of Rain||1/3/2003|
Comments about Edward Thomas
The Cherry Trees
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.
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.