David Wood

Rookie - 213 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

1914


Married villages emptied to the call.
Young single men from well-worn towns
Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki.
They changed their hob nailed working boots
To lugging clay-sucked boots of the trenches.
They marched down roads lined with
Loving wives and girlfriends waiving.
They marched to the slaughterhouse of
Flanders fields where poppies blossomed,
Their blood filled petals beckoning all who
Passed by and fell to the bullet or shell.
Death clinging low to the ground. Death
Walking, sickle sweeping from side to side,
With Death saying, 'I claim him' over and over.
August 1914 was just the beginning of hell.
Lions marching into the unknown and oblivion.

Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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We are nearing the centenary of the start of the First World War and man doesn't seem to have learned anything about peace

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  • Gold Star - 33,178 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/3/2014 11:16:00 AM)

    War the greatest misfortune to the living entity a curse without nurse thank David Love U How are you no signal no blip... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,482 Points Anthony Di''anno (3/10/2014 7:24:00 AM)

    Very well written David. Your exceptional descriptive powers are well put to use here. I would appreciate your comments on my poem 'Ode to a blade of grass' which is written along the same theme.
    Thank you for sharing this hard hitting write. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,016 Points Noreen Carden (9/23/2013 6:48:00 PM)

    Hi David a wonderful poem if only we humans could learn to live in peace together
    Great read well done (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 8,767 Points Heather Wilkins (9/6/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    war is always the beginning of hell. looks as if there will be another soon. but I hope not a good write (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,767 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/22/2013 7:53:00 AM)

    Wow. Wonderful poem. How come I missed it. The first world war, how can one forget...You have depicted so beautifully..Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 196 Points Ruth Walters (6/3/2013 10:38:00 AM)

    All war is tragic for wives, for husbands, for families, so aptly depicted in your poem here. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 150 Points Patti Masterman (5/15/2013 9:53:00 AM)

    'Death clinging low to the ground' is such a precognitive phrase. I love finding the jewels like this
    hidden inside poems. I collect them like others collect porcelain cows. ;) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 293 Points Captain Cur (5/12/2013 3:30:00 PM)

    Impressive write, I felt like I was marching down that street.
    Excellent form. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joan Smith (5/4/2013 9:00:00 AM)

    David Wood appears to be able to put his mind into any situation from extreme sadness to happiness
    and I like his poems (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,027 Points Neela Nath (4/28/2013 9:25:00 AM)

    The first world war was devastating.you are absolutely right, still we don't know the meaning of peace. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Frank James Davis (4/20/2013 2:15:00 PM)

    Devastatingly well-portrayed, David!
    War has little to do with glory; stark survival becomes the game. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,350 Points Diane Hine (4/17/2013 4:18:00 AM)

    'hob-nailed boots to clay-sucked boots' - Knowing how many of them lost limbs to trench foot, these are particularly chilling lines. Fine poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Xxxxxx Xxxxxxxxx (4/15/2013 1:24:00 PM)

    Congrats on your excellent poem, I have a great interest in how so many ordinary people sacrificed their lives so that we may live in peace now. You captured the moment just right. No fanfare, nostalgia, or romance. The contrasting images of the poppies and the shells, trenches with death sickle sweeping. A thoughtful and sad poem on the first world war, a wonderful read. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 416 Points Shahzia Batool (4/13/2013 1:45:00 PM)

    Amazing chronicler this your poem is, and wonderful yet so cutting poets notes about it... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Stephen Parker (4/12/2013 11:07:00 AM)

    I love poems on the realism of war. Idealistic notions soon morph into quagmire of reality. Good description of the World War One soldier! (Report) Reply

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