When we who live in Bedford Town See maple leaves come drifting down, We give a thought to old John Haines Who loved their shade in country lanes. And when we pass that noble row Of giant spruces crowned with snow, We see again the little hedge Friend Wood set out at the highway's edge. They knew they'd never live to see The glory of the full-grown tree, Left heritage of beauty there For me, their unknown, grateful heir. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD CORRYMEELA by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE A PIPER by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY |