The Woodsman In The Foundry Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

The Woodsman In The Foundry

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WHERE the trolley's rumble
Jars the bones,
He hears waves that tumble
Green-linked weed along the golden stones.

Where the crane goes clanging
Chains and bars,
He sees branches hanging
Little leaves against the laughing stars.

Where the molten metals
Curdle bright,
He sees cherry petals
Fallen on blue violets in the night.

When the glow is leaping
Redly hurled,
He sees roses sleeping,
Forest-roses in a windy world.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shaun Cronick 05 June 2020

A superb poem with a great rhyming scheme woven in every captivating verse. Great poem, great message, cleverly written and so beautifully presented.

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