David Wood

Gold Star - 12,300 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Child Of A Sylvan Brood - Poem by David Wood

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

Topic(s) of this poem: trees, woods

Form: Couplet


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Ancient woodlands being cut and new saplings planted and men shouting 'timber' as they fall.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/4/2015 4:32:00 PM)


    Wonderful imagery. A beautiful poem nicely depicted. Thanks for sharing......10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015



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