Poems

A Little Bit of Garden We need no crown or sceptre, for now that it is spring, just a little bit of garden– and every man’s […]

As I wandered home As I wandered home By Hedworth Combe I heard a lone horse whinney, And saw on the hill Standing statue-still At the […]

As They Come Right and left the leaders wheel, Seeking gap and gate, Catch his head and give him heel! Ride your country straight! Fences are […]

Biddy, be Kind! Now what do you want to be playing about for, Reefing and reaching your head for the bit? This is the gentlest of […]

Canadians With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs, With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs, Low of crest […]

Colour There’s colour in the woodlands as far as eye can reach, Pale gold upon the elm-tree and bronze upon the beech; To witch the world […]

Comrades 0′ Mine If I call, will you hear me, O comrades of mine, When the sky in the East holds the grey of the dawn, […]

Daffodils Ho! You there, selling daffodils along the windy street, Poor drooping, dusty daffodils — but oh! so Summer sweet! Green stems that stab with loveliness, […]

Drought My road is fenced with the bleached, white bones And strewn with the blind, white sand, Beside me a suffering, dumb world moans On the […]

English Grass Come, horsemen all, from every field And taste this rare delight, And see what English pastures yield To those whose hearts beat right! Come, […]