Greenwood Poems - Poems about Greenwood

"Across our childhood’s street we trod on carpet lawn and holy sod. We walked along where some had prayed. Where once we played, he now is laid." From my poem "Where Once We Played" There’s an old, large graveyard in my home town. We would not go there if chill winds would wail. In summer...

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a strange sort of flow comes with thoughts of long ago spews a welcome glow nostalgia may just soothe when mixed with lies and half-truths Hitler and his ilk less troublesome than spilled milk like Wendell Wilkes slavery a slight bother endorsed by founding fathers a happy nation few trials or tribulations add more misinformation ignore racial injustice force the children to trust us all Greenwood flattened pretend it never...

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The Greenwood - Villanelle Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade, Beneath the hornbeam and the spreading oak Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade From the Elven harps magic chords cascade. Harebells ring at exactly...

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Surrounded by verdancy, we have come from afar to visit you, dear Dale. I notice few changes although this place now has a slightly more modern look. I recall those summer days as preteens when we rode our bicycles along all the small winding dirt roads here in the cooling breeze of summer’s humidity. How we would race to...

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In the Greenwood cemetery where we strolled as children all those summer nights so long ago, I stop to lay some flowers on the grave they laid you in before your chance to ever really bloom. ...

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I had a dream my Dad and I We're hunting out on Greenwood Island Along a trail of peppervines Where memories and sea birds hide Dawn is breaking, we head back Through the morning mist we pass A silouhetted shanty shack A face familiar, old and black Miss Mamie knows The rains and winds that blow She remains like a ghost On Greenwood Island Miss...

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Under the greenwood tree,under the coolest shadow,whose love with me stay..who want to kiss me there? Where a tune of sweet merry Where birds chirping and singing, ...

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Under the greenwood tree,under the coolest shadow,whose love with me stay..who want to kiss me there? Where a tune of sweet merry Where birds chirping and singing, ...

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Under the greenwood tree,under the coolest shadow,whose love with me stay..who want to kiss me there? Where a tune of sweet merry Where birds chirping and singing, ...

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As I walk slowly through the quiet wood I feel the need to kneel and say a prayer. The sacredness of trees is understood For symbol and its meaning coalesce here The canopy on high is bathed in sun and birdsong is so lovely to my ears. The noise of city traffic I now shun And...

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On common land,within the wood Eking a living as best they could, Betwixt Roundhead & Cavalier,they stood- These children of the new forest Adventures filled ,with youthful zest. (Frederick Marryat-Children of the New Forest)...

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