Adlestrop

A lovely peaceful poem read by Josie (then aged 5) after a visit to Adlestrop on a beautiful Spring day.

Adlestrop (1917)
By Edward Thomas


Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Edward Thomas was a British poet and novelist. He wrote during world war one and is considered to be a war poet (though this poem is not about war but conversely a moment of reflection peace and tranquillity). Edward Thomas served in the first world war and lost his life in Battle of Arras during World War One.