David Wood

Rookie - 347 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

David Wood Poems

1. Fishing 3/25/2013
2. The Gower 3/25/2013
3. Loves Last Letter 3/25/2013
4. Self Portrate 3/25/2013
5. The Copper Beech 3/25/2013
6. Otter Delights 3/25/2013
7. Red Kite Hunting 3/25/2013
8. Swansea Marina 3/25/2013
9. The Float 3/25/2013
10. Tina 3/25/2013
11. Winter On The Farm 3/25/2013
12. Winter Song 3/25/2013
13. Death 3/25/2013
14. Time Immortal 3/25/2013
15. Hope Springs Eternal 3/25/2013
16. Flower Song 3/25/2013
17. Loves Red Rose 3/25/2013
18. Life's Dreams 3/25/2013
19. For Keats 3/25/2013
20. Days 3/26/2013
21. Hard Times 3/26/2013
22. January Frosts 3/26/2013
23. Moonlight 3/26/2013
24. Moonwalking 3/26/2013
25. New Day 3/26/2013
26. On Line Dating 3/26/2013
27. Romeo 3/26/2013
28. Swansea Bay 3/26/2013
29. Sweet Valentine 3/26/2013
30. Wanting 3/26/2013
31. Whispers 3/26/2013
32. Dreams 3/26/2013
33. Earth Song 3/26/2013
34. Ides Of March 3/26/2013
35. Saturday's Game 3/26/2013
36. Snowdrop 3/26/2013
37. Starting The Day 3/26/2013
38. Time 3/28/2013
39. Toad's Day Out 3/30/2013
40. The Artist 3/26/2013
Best Poem of David Wood

Bluebells

Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door

With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.

Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.

Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its ...

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Golden Leaves

Autumn ushers in the golden blaze of leaf
When every tree delightfully looks their best,
And long shadows point with fingers brief
With the sun slung on a low horizon blest.

The pale days, now shorter as of late,
Mark the end of summer and the eve of winters fall.
Blackberries sprinkled in the hedge soon to make
A feast of a pie at the end of summer ball.

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