Thursday, January 1, 2004

On The Boundary Comments

Rating: 1.9

I Love the ancient boundary-fence,
That mouldering chock-and-log.
When I go ride the boundary
I let the old horse jog


Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Dr Antony Theodore 28 September 2020

He often finds a spotted cat Hid in a hollow log; He’s very near as old as I And ought to have more sense, I’ve hammered him so many times Along the boundary-fence. a very fine poem. tony

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