Henry Treece Poems
- Lincolnshire Bomber Station Across the road the homesick ...
- Poem - Iii Through the dark aisles of the wood Where the ...
- Poem - I In the dark caverns of the night, Loveless and ...
- The Haunted Garden In this sad place Memory hangs on the ...
- Poem - Ii Death walks through the mind's dark ...
- The Waiting Watchers They shall come in the black ...
- Ages In that stone head, obscenity Has been preserved a ...
Henry Treece was a British poet and writer, who worked also as a teacher and editor. He wrote a range of works, but became mainly remembered as a writer of juvenile historical novels.
Life and work
Treece was born in Wednesbury, Staffordshire, and graduated from the University of Birmingham in 1933. He went into teaching, first at Tynemouth School. In 1939 he married Mary Woodman and settled in Lincolnshire as a teacher at Barton-upon-Humber Grammar School. Their son, Richard Treece, became a musician with Help Yourself and other rock bands.
His five volumes of poetry were: 38 Poems (London: Fortune Press, ), then by Faber & Faber; Invitation and ... more »
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Lincolnshire Bomber Station
Across the road the homesick Romans made
The ground-mist thickens to a milky shroud;
Through flat, damp fields call sheep, mourning their dead
In cracked and timeless voices, unutterably sad,
Suffering for all the world, in Lincolnshire.
And I wonder how the Romans liked it here;
Flat fields, no sun, the muddy misty dawn,
And always, above all, the mad rain dripping down,
Rusting sword and helmet, wetting the feet
And soaking to the bone, down to the very heart . . .