David Wood Poems
- Bluebells Bluebells carpet the woodland floor Packed so ...
- Sonnet 88: Trees There is never a sight more beautiful Or so...
- 1914 Married villages emptied to the call. Young single men ...
- Memories The week after the funeral the house was ...
- Cherry Tree Cherry blossom fell like confetti In the wind, ...
- Mirror I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie My silver ...
- Of Golden Leaves ‘Tis time to mend this wounded heart Since ...
David was born in London in 1950 and went to several local schools there before moving to Dulwich in 1962. He Attended a Secondary Modern School, as it was known at the time, until he was 17 and left school with nothing much to write about apart from an English and Art GCE ‘O’ level.
He has been a civil servant, assistant shepherd, construction plant fitter until all his tools were stolen. Unemployed in 1995, he enrolled at Thames Valley University in Slough to take a Higher National Certificate in Business & Finance which he passed with a Merit award and went on to take a B.A. Business Studies which he was awarded in 2000. He had ... more »
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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 ...