Ten o’Clock No More (John Freeman Poems)
The wind has thrownThe boldest of trees down.Now disgraced it lies,Naked in spring beneath the drifting skies,Naked and still.It was ...
Poems about pewits (3 Poems)
A Pipe Of Oaten Straw (Mary Austin Poems)
WHEN south winds smelt of earth and brooks ran clear,I made a little pipe of oaten straw,From which of old ...
Two Pewits (Edward Thomas Poems)
Under the after-sunset skyTwo pewits sport and cry,More white than is the moon on highRiding the dark surge silently;More black ...