David Wood Poems

Too times I fell when climbing
Through climbing two quickly,
Going from bolder to bolder
I should have been less boulder.
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There, on my sideboard,
Is a collection of artist's
Paintbrushes, the ones
I haven't used for a year.
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Slowly dawn breaks over a tired horizon
As light casts away lingering shadows
Of nights deep slumbers.
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She sits alone by the window
Lost in her thoughts as the rain falls,
Life is passing her by so slow,
Gone are the days of summer balls.
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Red and Golden autumn leaves fall
Leaving trees bereft of a winter coat.
Moist lichens drip their beards down
Chilly weather beaten tree barks.
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Days of love and roses
Given to my love with love.
What heart could love more?
How could you love less?
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It is a measure of man as a species
How he treats the realm of nature.
Man is still a hunter gatherer of food
And clothing and wild animals suffer.
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Dear Agony Aunt my husband has started something new
He's learning to dance the Argentine tango
The trouble is we're both 92
And I have the tan but not the go.
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No more shall we go wandering
By the light of the silvery moon
Or drinking the night time hours away
Because the evening goes too soon.
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The night yawns and slowly wakes up as
A tired sun dips below the far horizon.
Behind soft grey clouds hides a pale
Crescent moon still drowsy as it
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