THE CLERGYMAN (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD

A pommle cob came trotting up, Round-bellied like a drinking-cup, Bearing on back a pommle man Round-bellied like a drinking-can. The clergyman from Condicote. His face was scarlet from his trot, His white hair bobbed about his head As halos do round clergy dead. He asked Tom Copp, “How long to wait?” His loose mouth…

THE PLOUGHMAN (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD

At twenty past, old Baldock strode His ploughman’s straddle down the road. An old man with a gaunt, burnt face; His eyes rapt back on some far place, Like some starved, half-mad saint in bliss In God’s world through the rags of this. He leaned upon a stake of ash Cut from a sapling: many…

THE MEET (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD

The meet was at “The Cock and PyeBy Charles and Martha Enderby,” The grey, three-hundred-year-old inn Long since the haunt of BenjaminThe highwayman, who rode the bay. The tavern fronts the coaching way, The mail changed horses there of old. It has a strip of grassy mouldIn front of it, a broad green strip. A…