David Wood

Gold Star - 10,722 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

1914 - Poem by David Wood

Married villages emptied to the call.
Young single men from well-worn towns
Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki.
They changed their hob nailed working boots
To lugging clay-sucked boots of the trenches.
They marched down roads lined with
Loving wives and girlfriends waiving.
They marched to the slaughterhouse of
Flanders fields where poppies blossomed,
Their blood filled petals beckoning all who
Passed by and fell to the bullet or shell.
Death clinging low to the ground. Death
Walking, sickle sweeping from side to side,
With Death saying, 'I claim him' over and over.
August 1914 was just the beginning of hell.
Lions marching into the unknown and oblivion.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

We are nearing the centenary of the start of the First World War and man doesn't seem to have learned anything about peace

Comments about 1914 by David Wood

  • Freshman - 674 Points Aileen Figueroa (9/15/2015 8:11:00 AM)

    I felt like I was part of the story
    In the crowd somewhere just watching
    As the new young soldiers proudly marched
    I also envision their heads laying
    down quietly on the green grass as
    Death said, “I claim him”, over and over
    From side to side.

    It made me feel sadness and anger.
    I guess it’s because we still have war today.
    But most importantly it made me feel,
    And that’s what makes this one
    a great story poem (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,665 Points Marie Shine (9/1/2015 2:55:00 PM)

    You bring home to your reader the extremely high cost paid by those who answered 'the call' back in 1914, in this superbly penned and very poignant write. Freedom is not free! These young men paid a very high price for the freedom which we enjoy today. The left their wives, families, parents, girlfriends behind and many paid the ultimate price - their lives. Their names should be carved in gold in our hearts, which should be filled with undying gratitude to them. A very descriptive write, you narrate the story excellently. I often wonder, if all the killing and dying was all in vain, as mankind doesn't seem to have learned anything from all of the wars that have taken place since the beginning of time. You are a wonderful writer Dave. It is always both a pleasure and a privilege to read your work and to comment on it. Thank you for sharing... (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 10,722 Points David Wood (9/1/2015 3:24:00 PM)

    Thanks Marie, my grandfather was one of The Glorious Dead 1916 no known grave.

  • Silver Star - 3,353 Points Bernard Snyder (7/20/2015 10:40:00 AM)

    Well-penned poem David. And well deserved as 'poem of the day! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,153 Points Anil Kumar Panda (7/20/2015 10:34:00 AM)

    The sad reality of a war.But it will go on as man refuses to learn from past mistakes.Nice drop. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (7/20/2015 7:11:00 AM)

    I see that I already commented on this poem back in January. I loved it then and still love it. You have done a marvelous job with this one, and congratulations on having it selected as member poem of the day! Well deserved. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 18,468 Points Lyn Paul (7/20/2015 6:14:00 AM)

    So beautifully written. War affects us all. If we new what happened each minute. We would be in shock.
    100 years and still going, so criminal. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,647 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (7/20/2015 12:27:00 AM)

    War is like a juggernaut that tramples upon everything that it comes into contact with...War serves no purpose. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 26,191 Points Abdulrazak Aralimatti (7/15/2015 10:15:00 PM)

    A poem describing the truth of the first world war. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (1/28/2015 8:03:00 AM)

    I love this poem. I have voted it a ten. It reminds me somewhat of my poem RIVER RAN RED, which is about the Battle of Antietam in the Civil War.
    Keep writing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/3/2014 11:16:00 AM)

    War the greatest misfortune to the living entity a curse without nurse thank David Love U How are you no signal no blip... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,825 Points Anthony Di''anno (3/10/2014 7:24:00 AM)

    Very well written David. Your exceptional descriptive powers are well put to use here. I would appreciate your comments on my poem 'Ode to a blade of grass' which is written along the same theme.
    Thank you for sharing this hard hitting write. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 943 Points Stephen W (12/20/2013 4:11:00 PM)

    very true.__________________ (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,075 Points Noreen Carden (9/23/2013 6:48:00 PM)

    Hi David a wonderful poem if only we humans could learn to live in peace together
    Great read well done (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,120 Points Heather Wilkins (9/6/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    war is always the beginning of hell. looks as if there will be another soon. but I hope not a good write (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,262 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/22/2013 7:53:00 AM)

    Wow. Wonderful poem. How come I missed it. The first world war, how can one forget...You have depicted so beautifully..Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,986 Points Kanniappan Kanniappan (8/5/2013 5:19:00 AM)

    Hi David, You are right in saying, 'man doesn't seem to have learned anything about peace'. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,816 Points Ramesh Rai (7/29/2013 9:09:00 AM)

    say NEVER to war. beautiful depiction. congratulation for a grand job. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 821 Points Ruth Walters (6/3/2013 10:38:00 AM)

    All war is tragic for wives, for husbands, for families, so aptly depicted in your poem here. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,151 Points Paul Brookes (5/20/2013 1:55:00 AM)

    Just read 1914 very good description of the folly of that war. 10/10 BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 786 Points Patti Masterman (5/15/2013 9:53:00 AM)

    'Death clinging low to the ground' is such a precognitive phrase. I love finding the jewels like this
    hidden inside poems. I collect them like others collect porcelain cows. ;) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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