Child Of A Sylvan Brood Poem by David Wood

Child Of A Sylvan Brood

Rating: 5.0


He stood out all alone ever new
The first child of a sylvan brood
While all around him ancients grew
The tiredness of age worn yet shrewd
Some put to sword and axe they knew
Their life had come full circle now hewed
O sweet natures sad frown its adieu
When out from a human mouth timber spewed

Friday, September 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: trees,woods
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Ancient woodlands being cut and new saplings planted and men shouting 'timber' as they fall.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anjandev Roy 23 April 2022

This is a unique work.....thank u.....

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 September 2015

Wonderful imagery. A beautiful poem nicely depicted. Thanks for sharing......10

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