Jack Growden

Rookie - 292 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Jack Growden Poems

41. Lavender Fields 4/28/2014
42. Hills 7/26/2014
43. February 3/20/2014
44. Yours 1/11/2014
45. Thunder 2/9/2014
46. The Candle 1/4/2014
47. Caged 3/21/2013
48. Dearest Nelly 10/10/2013
49. Mournful Lament 10/11/2013
50. The Pointless Verse 10/16/2013
51. Evening Contemplation 10/22/2013
52. Lessons From The Graveyard 4/19/2014
53. Simpler Minds 2/15/2014
54. The 'Chapel 3/21/2013
55. Journey Throughout The Empire - Part 1 4/10/2013
56. Driftwood At Sunset 10/15/2013
57. Always 11/6/2013
58. Escaping Port Arthur 10/16/2013
59. The Sweatshop 7/27/2013
60. The Lucky Country 9/19/2013
61. Down By Mavers Hill 7/27/2013
62. Brelles 7/27/2013
63. Beneath One Sky 10/17/2013
64. Life And Chess 7/27/2013
65. Spirit Of The Anzac: Kokoda 7/28/2013
66. Fletcher 10/16/2013
67. Eulogy For Youth 1/11/2014
68. Autumn Leaves 5/8/2013
69. The Willow 8/2/2013
Best Poem of Jack Growden

The Willow

From a rolling hill in one green Essex field,
A splendid, sweeping vista was suddenly revealed.
Rays of sunlight appeared marking the advent of dawn,
Invigorating the gully below on this placid morn.
The autumn calm was quite crisp, but pleasantly mild,
As I drew a deep breath and simply smiled…

Ambling down the path that led to the glen below,
I caught the gentle scent of an English meadow.
Well-worn, the trail continued to meander
Through lush pastures of flowered oleander.
Towering modestly among stood the odd foreign teak,
Which by the tree further...

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The Angel

See here, the angel of this town,
A halo for her blessed crown.
With each year comes a fresh coat of paint
From the people to their strange old saint.

See here, the angel of this town,
Printed bold upon the orange and brown.
Haggard and worn but not lost of her face,
Refusing to yield her glorious place.

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