Treasure Island

Edward Thomas

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

Poems of Edward Thomas

21. Early One Morning 4/7/2010
22. Fifty Faggots 4/7/2010
23. First Known when Lost 4/7/2010
24. For These 4/7/2010
25. Gone, Gone Again 4/7/2010
26. Good-Night 4/7/2010
27. Haymaking 4/7/2010
28. Head and Bottle 4/7/2010
29. Health 4/7/2010
30. Home 1 4/7/2010
31. Home 2 4/7/2010
32. Home 3 4/7/2010
33. House and Man 4/7/2010
34. How at Once 4/7/2010
35. I Built Myself a House of Glass 4/7/2010
36. I Never Saw that Land Before 4/7/2010
37. If I Should Ever By Chance 12/31/2002
38. If I were to Own 4/7/2010
39. In Memoriam 1/3/2003
40. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) 4/7/2010

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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