David Wood

Rookie - 363 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

1914 - Poem by David Wood

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.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

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

Comments about 1914 by David Wood

  • Bronze Star - 2,553 Points Bernard Snyder (7/20/2015 10:40:00 AM)

    Well-penned poem David. And well deserved as 'poem of the day! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,193 Points Tiku . (7/20/2015 10:34:00 AM)

    The sad reality of a war.But it will go on as man refuses to learn from past mistakes.Nice drop. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,604 Points Kim Barney (7/20/2015 7:11:00 AM)

    I see that I already commented on this poem back in January. I loved it then and still love it. You have done a marvelous job with this one, and congratulations on having it selected as member poem of the day! Well deserved. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,840 Points Lyn Paul (7/20/2015 6:14:00 AM)

    So beautifully written. War affects us all. If we new what happened each minute. We would be in shock.
    100 years and still going, so criminal. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,382 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (7/20/2015 12:27:00 AM)

    War is like a juggernaut that tramples upon everything that it comes into contact with...War serves no purpose. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,705 Points Abdulrazak Aralimatti (7/15/2015 10:15:00 PM)

    A poem describing the truth of the first world war. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,604 Points Kim Barney (1/28/2015 8:03:00 AM)

    I love this poem. I have voted it a ten. It reminds me somewhat of my poem RIVER RAN RED, which is about the Battle of Antietam in the Civil War.
    Keep writing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,733 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

  • Bronze Star - 2,698 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 - 789 Points Stephen W (12/20/2013 4:11:00 PM)

    very true.__________________ (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,930 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

  • Gold Star - 10,072 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

  • Gold Star - 9,229 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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,993 Points Kanniappan Kanniappan (8/5/2013 5:19:00 AM)

    Hi David, You are right in saying, 'man doesn't seem to have learned anything about peace'. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 17,730 Points Ramesh Rai (7/29/2013 9:09:00 AM)

    say NEVER to war. beautiful depiction. congratulation for a grand job. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 663 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

  • Bronze Star - 2,803 Points Paul Brookes (5/20/2013 1:55:00 AM)

    Just read 1914 very good description of the folly of that war. 10/10 BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 480 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 - 415 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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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