Glory (Part I)

By Richard Davidson

This poem is not necessarily ANY better than my free-form poetry. However, if it makes the literary snobs happy, here it is:

I stumbled through the wood so green
So ominous, so bright
I languished in this gentle scene
The miracle of sunlight's sheen
It cast it's fingers in between
My frenzy and my plight

And though my skin did dessicate
From sun and whistling gale
The hour was ever growing late
What more could I anticipate?
The hungry wolves-the howling fate
My journey would entail

The dance of darkness spread its wings
The air was thick and still
No babbling of woodland springs
Indeed, no more the songbird sings
How quietly the silence rings
Upon this darkened hill

But in the moonlight's pallid glow
I saw another form
What secrets did this beast bestow?
How many would I never know?
And buried in the roots below
They hidden, safe and warm

My heart, a disconcerted child
Imprisoned in my breast
Lanquidly this creature filed
Past me through the dusky wild
Where the ground feels soft, and mild
I lay my head to rest

Now, you'll notice the rhyme scheme is A-B-A-A-A-B with a very pronounced meter. Big DEAL! Part II gets even tighter. Again, BIG deal!

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