Treasure Island

Edward Thomas

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

Poems of Edward Thomas

41. Interval 4/7/2010
42. It Was Upon 4/7/2010
43. Liberty 4/7/2010
44. Lights Out 12/31/2002
45. Like the Touch of Rain 1/3/2003
46. Lob 4/7/2010
47. Lovers 4/7/2010
48. Man and Dog 4/7/2010
49. No One So Much As You 3/16/2003
50. October 12/31/2002
51. Old Man 3/23/2003
52. Over The Hills 4/7/2010
53. Rain 12/31/2002
54. Roads 6/16/2014
55. Snow 12/31/2002
56. Sowing 12/31/2002
57. Tall Nettles 12/31/2002
58. Thaw 12/31/2002
59. The Ash Grove 4/7/2010
60. The Barn 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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