The yew oe'rspread the Hammerited rails
unscrewing from the fence posts by the spreading roots.
The dogs ran on. The men with guns discussed
the crop of white flowering potatoes,
while behind and before them trailed boys.
We knew they were after the fox, and smiled,
for we had found the den, in the bank
a mile away, by the school. But said nothing.
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