David Wood

Gold Star - 12,215 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

David Wood Poems

1. Fishing 3/25/2013
2. The Gower 3/25/2013
3. Loves Last Letter 3/25/2013
4. The Copper Beech 3/25/2013
5. Otter Delights 3/25/2013
6. Red Kite Hunting 3/25/2013
7. Swansea Marina 3/25/2013
8. The Float 3/25/2013
9. Winter On The Farm 3/25/2013
10. Time Immortal 3/25/2013
11. Hope Springs Eternal 3/25/2013
12. Flower Song 3/25/2013
13. Loves Red Rose 3/25/2013
14. Life's Dreams 3/25/2013
15. For Keats 3/25/2013
16. The Artist 3/26/2013
17. Hard Times 3/26/2013
18. January Frosts 3/26/2013
19. Moonlight 3/26/2013
20. Moonwalking 3/26/2013
21. New Day 3/26/2013
22. On Line Dating 3/26/2013
23. Romeo 3/26/2013
24. Swansea Bay 3/26/2013
25. Wanting 3/26/2013
26. Whispers 3/26/2013
27. Ides Of March 3/26/2013
28. Saturday's Game 3/26/2013
29. Snowdrop 3/26/2013
30. Starting The Day 3/26/2013
31. Toad's Day Out 3/30/2013
32. The Elusive House Sparrow 3/30/2013
33. Maid To Measure 4/2/2013
34. Whitsun 5/25/2013
35. Sonnet 4: What Soothing Balm It Is To Watch My Love 6/30/2013
36. Of Gods And Atoms 8/10/2015
37. Lessons 8/10/2015
38. Freedoms Cry 8/14/2015
39. Haiku 36 8/17/2015
40. Haiku 37 8/17/2015
Best Poem of David Wood

Bluebells

Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door

With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.

Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.

Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its ...

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Golden Leaves

Autumn ushers in the golden blaze of leaf
When every tree delightfully looks their best,
And long shadows point with fingers brief
With the sun slung on a low horizon blest.

The pale days, now shorter as of late,
Mark the end of summer and the eve of winters fall.
Blackberries sprinkled in the hedge soon to make
A feast of a pie at the end of summer ball.

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