Jack Growden

Rookie - 278 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Jack Growden Poems

1. The Willow 8/2/2013
2. Autumn Leaves 5/8/2013
3. Eulogy For Youth 1/11/2014
4. Fletcher 10/16/2013
5. Spirit Of The Anzac: Kokoda 7/28/2013
6. Life And Chess 7/27/2013
7. Beneath One Sky 10/17/2013
8. Brelles 7/27/2013
9. Down By Mavers Hill 7/27/2013
10. The Lucky Country 9/19/2013
11. The Sweatshop 7/27/2013
12. Journey Throughout The Empire - Part 1 4/10/2013
13. Always 11/6/2013
14. Driftwood At Sunset 10/15/2013
15. Escaping Port Arthur 10/16/2013
16. Simpler Minds 2/15/2014
17. The 'Chapel 3/21/2013
18. Walk In My Shoes 3/28/2014
19. Lessons From The Graveyard 4/19/2014
20. The Pointless Verse 10/16/2013
21. Evening Contemplation 10/22/2013
22. February 3/20/2014
23. Yours 1/11/2014
24. Thunder 2/9/2014
25. The Candle 1/4/2014
26. Caged 3/21/2013
27. Dearest Nelly 10/10/2013
28. Mournful Lament 10/11/2013
29. Lavender Fields 4/28/2014
30. Hills 7/26/2014
31. Tear-Shaped Lake 4/5/2014
32. The Train 6/9/2014
33. In Conclusion 3/27/2014
34. Owing To Ink 4/5/2014
35. If You Forget Me 1/4/2014
36. Four White Walls 2/27/2014
37. Early Mourning 12/24/2013
38. Midnight Fever 10/16/2013
39. Fall From Grace 3/27/2014
40. Brelles - French Version 7/27/2013
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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Brelles

There is a city where all man’s dreams take shape,
And this city is known as Brelles.
A wonderful mirage set on Arabian sands,
Quite the opposite of fiery hell.

It is a place where all of fortune gathers;
Where history never repeats.
Where splendid mansions boasting diamond windows
Line the marble streets.

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