Jack Growden

Rookie - 292 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Jack Growden Poems

1. The 'Chapel 3/21/2013
2. The Captain's Brutal Night 3/21/2013
3. Caged 3/21/2013
4. The Angel 4/10/2013
5. Journey Throughout The Empire - Part 1 4/10/2013
6. Brelles - French Version 7/27/2013
7. Down By Mavers Hill 7/27/2013
8. Life And Chess 7/27/2013
9. The Brutal Full-Back 7/26/2013
10. Dearest Nelly 10/10/2013
11. Mournful Lament 10/11/2013
12. Driftwood At Sunset 10/15/2013
13. Yours 1/11/2014
14. Thunder 2/9/2014
15. Simpler Minds 2/15/2014
16. Four White Walls 2/27/2014
17. February 3/20/2014
18. Fall From Grace 3/27/2014
19. In Conclusion 3/27/2014
20. The Cathedral 3/28/2014
21. The Pointless Verse 10/16/2013
22. Midnight Fever 10/16/2013
23. Escaping Port Arthur 10/16/2013
24. Beneath One Sky 10/17/2013
25. Evening Contemplation 10/22/2013
26. Always 11/6/2013
27. Finality 4/4/2014
28. Tear-Shaped Lake 4/5/2014
29. Owing To Ink 4/5/2014
30. Lessons From The Graveyard 4/19/2014
31. Maples 4/19/2014
32. No Certainty 4/19/2014
33. Bidding Adieu 4/23/2014
34. What Is A Week? 4/28/2014
35. Lavender Fields 4/28/2014
36. Sepia 5/5/2014
37. Shallow Accomplishment 5/24/2014
38. Incessant Rain 5/26/2014
39. Spectre 5/30/2014
40. Faces 6/9/2014
Best Poem of Jack Growden

The Willow

From a rolling hill in one green Essex field,
A splendid, sweeping vista was suddenly revealed.
Rays of sunlight appeared marking the advent of dawn,
Invigorating the gully below on this placid morn.
The autumn calm was quite crisp, but pleasantly mild,
As I drew a deep breath and simply smiled…

Ambling down the path that led to the glen below,
I caught the gentle scent of an English meadow.
Well-worn, the trail continued to meander
Through lush pastures of flowered oleander.
Towering modestly among stood the odd foreign teak,
Which by the tree further...

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The Angel

See here, the angel of this town,
A halo for her blessed crown.
With each year comes a fresh coat of paint
From the people to their strange old saint.

See here, the angel of this town,
Printed bold upon the orange and brown.
Haggard and worn but not lost of her face,
Refusing to yield her glorious place.

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