Whan that Aprilly with hise shoures soote
The droghte of March had perced to the roote,
I druv a motor thro' Aprilly's bliz
Somme forty mile, and dam neere lyke to friz.

(C) Bert Leston Taylor
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Bert Leston Taylor

• Canopus
• Aprilly
• Upon Julias Arctics
• The Riddle Of The Dinosaur
• The Lazy Writer
• Gentle Doctor Brown
• Old Stuff
• Bygones
• Post-impressionism
• Farewell