Anthony Di'anno

Bronze Star - 2,554 Points (Yorkshire)

Sonnet#1 - Prelude To Freedom. - Poem by Anthony Di'anno

My loves, my wife our darling newborn child,
For us I wander through the open wood,
And forage in the shadowed forest wild.
To bring all a husband and father could,

To keep his kin well fed, secure and warm.
Scavenging towards freedom spirit strong,
Though oft broken backed, weary muscle torn,
I whistle carefree tunes the whole day long,

With wheelbarrow, flask and trusty bow saw.
I pull, I push, I heave I tote my haul,
So our lights may burn brightly ever more,
So that our flames need never be kept small.

So come cold Winter nights we all can share,
Contented peace warmed in crib and armchair.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

It's about a man a woman and a fire.

Comments about Sonnet#1 - Prelude To Freedom. by Anthony Di'anno

  • Gold Star - 9,951 Points Daniel Brick (5/28/2014 5:12:00 PM)

    You write in your notes - 'It's about a man a woman and a fire and I'll add a new-born baby. But this is it - society's irreducible heart - the nuclear family, fending for itself, making way for the next generation, building a moral world of effort, devotion, service, contentment and all of this creates the FREEDOM of the title. It looks so inevitable when expressed in verse. If we could focus our energies on this core value of family, with the intensity the poem conveys, we would no longer need political parties, reform plans, department store chains, Dr. Phil and his ilk, and a host of other things that clutter our lives, indeed take over our lives. Instead be a free man serving his family and happily singing his song! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,951 Points Daniel Brick (4/16/2014 5:24:00 PM)

    This sonnet contains the whole of life as one generation raises the next, readies it for the world and launches it. In the meantime, all the hard work, and the exhausting days dropping into exhausted nights don't matter. This is the essence of things, raising our children, then relaxing into retirement. Well, part of the time we get to relax... when we're not babysitting the grandchildren, helping the son and his wife paint their new house, driving our aged parents to their medical appointments, Hey, this is going to take more than a 14-line sonnet! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 341 Points Joseph Anderson (7/10/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    Anthony-you are great with the sonnet form and should post more.. This gave me a natural high,
    being of farming descent. I would rate this high (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 347 Points David Wood (7/1/2013 5:46:00 AM)

    A brilliant sonnet Anthony. So warm and inviting. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 349 Points Danny Draper (6/28/2013 9:25:00 AM)

    A fine sonnet of hearth and home secure from toil comfort and security a reward for hard and industrious labour. Homey and blissful. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,442 Points Paul Brookes (6/27/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    an unusual topic for a sonnet but you managed to carry it off with skill. A lovely sonnet I shall put this in my favourites list I keep reading it and get different things from it each time I read it 10/10 BB =: OD (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014


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