I Go Down to the Woods
After Mary Oliver
Listen to Carole reading her poem ...
I go down to the woods in the morning
feeling sad, and the trees
don’t listen at all. They’re yawning
and waking up to the breeze,
the scent of bluebells, the rustle
of a rabbit in the grass
and I don’t move a muscle,
just feel my sadness pass.
feeling sad, and the trees
don’t listen at all. They’re yawning
and waking up to the breeze,
the scent of bluebells, the rustle
of a rabbit in the grass
and I don’t move a muscle,
just feel my sadness pass.
This poem is copyright (©) Carole Bromley 2023
About the Writer
Carole Bromley
Carole was born in Middlesbrough in the UK and lives in York. She writes for both adults and children and her poems have been widely published in many different magazines. She has had pamphlets and collections published and has also won a number of competitions, including the Bridport, the Yorkshire Open, Torbay, Poetry Space and the Bronte Society Literary Prize. Her poems for children have been published in The Caterpillar, in her collection, Blast Off! and in anthologies from MacMillan and Emma Press. She was the winner of the 2022 Caterpillar Prize.
