I passed a knoll and passed it every day Along the same soft deserted loam Until a track as bare as bone Followed along my way. 5 It was in its going I saw it first: Narrow willows in a lovely copse Where the wounded woodsman lops The last to lay with the first. I had not noted the knot of wood, 10 Or taken the view to do myself good- Although the fresh-cut white of the willow-ends Made some temporary amends. [Versioned from Edward Thomas' "First Known When Lost"]
From the collection "The Timid Leaper"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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