is sometimes not realised that amidst the host of BB’s writings there is often a good deal of excellent poetry waiting to be discovered in the pages. He used a lot of verse, often in quite different circumstances, at times using other poet’s work to compliment his own writing. Indeed sometimes it is difficult to determine which is actually his poetry, and which should be credited elsewhere. That said, there is no doubt that BB himself was a very fine poet and his work deserves proper recognition.
‘Meeting Hill’

The spring has come to Meeting Hill
And slow cloud shadows pass,
To cross the pattern of the plain
And climb the springing grass;
The tuneful sheep are scattered wide,
White pebbles on the down,
Now surely must I meet you there
Beneath the beechen crown.