Here you will find the Poem The Hawthorn Tree of poet Siegfried Sassoon
Not much to me is yonder lane Where I go every day; But when there?s been a shower of rain And hedge-birds whistle gay, I know my lad that?s out in France With fearsome things to see Would give his eyes for just one glance At our white hawthorn tree. . . . . Not much to me is yonder lane Where he so longs to tread: But when there?s been a shower of rain I think I?ll never weep again Until I?ve heard he?s dead.