Here you will find thePoemThe Barn and the Downof poet Edward Thomas
t stood in the sunset sky Like the straight-backed down, Many a time - the barn At the edge of town, So huge and dark that it seemed It was the hill Till the gable's precipice proved It impossible. Then the great down in the west Grew into sight, A barn stored full to the ridge With black of night; And the barn fell to a barn Or even less Before critical eyes and its own Late mightiness. But far down and near barn and I Since then have smiled, Having seen my new cautiousness By itself beguiled To disdain what seemed the barn Till a few steps changed It past all doubt to the down; So the barn was avenged.
