Here you will find the Poem The Hollow Wood of poet Edward Thomas
Out in the sun the goldfinch flits Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits Above the hollow wood Where birds swim like fish - Fish that laugh and shriek - To and fro, far below In the pale hollow wood. Lichen, ivy, and moss Keep evergreen the trees That stand half-flayed and dying, And the dead trees on their knees In dog's-mercury and moss: And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops Down there as he flits on thistle-tops.
