David Wood

Gold Star - 11,951 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

  • Aileen Figueroa 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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  • Bernard Snyder Bernard Snyder (7/20/2015 10:40:00 AM)


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

  • Anil Kumar Panda 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

  • 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

  • Lyn Paul 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

  • Jasbir Chatterjee 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

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti Abdulrazak Aralimatti (7/15/2015 10:15:00 PM)


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

  • 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

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed 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

  • Stephen W (12/20/2013 4:11:00 PM)


    very true.__________________ (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden 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

  • Heather Wilkins 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

  • Geetha Jayakumar 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

  • 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

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (7/29/2013 9:09:00 AM)


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

  • 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

  • Paul Brookes 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

  • 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

  • Captain Cur (5/12/2013 3:30:00 PM)


    Impressive write, I felt like I was marching down that street.
    Excellent form. (Report) Reply

  • Joan Smith (5/4/2013 9:00:00 AM)


    David Wood appears to be able to put his mind into any situation from extreme sadness to happiness
    and I like his poems (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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