Treasure Island

Edward Thomas

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

Poems of Edward Thomas

61. The Barn and the Down 4/7/2010
62. The Bridge 4/7/2010
63. The Brook 4/7/2010
64. The Chalk-Pit 4/7/2010
65. The Cherry Trees 12/31/2002
66. The Child in the Orchard 4/7/2010
67. The Child on the Cliffs 4/7/2010
68. The Combe 4/7/2010
69. The Cuckoo 4/7/2010
70. The Dark Forest 1/3/2003
71. The Gallows 4/7/2010
72. The Glory 3/19/2003
73. The Green Roads 4/7/2010
74. The Gypsy 4/7/2010
75. The Hollow Wood 4/7/2010
76. The Huxter 4/7/2010
77. The Lane 1/3/2003
78. The Lofty Sky 4/7/2010
79. The Long Small Room 12/31/2002
80. The Manor Farm 12/31/2002

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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