Analysis of Camden Poplars
Old soldiers these, their lances guarding land
Purloined from tribe and tilled by convict hand.
Macarthur’s sheep they pierced and prodded back
With solid shafts of shadow golden-black.
Till trade took root upon Nepean’s banks
And profit bloomed beyond the stick of reason.
The aspens drop their arms in sagging ranks –
The river floods regardless of the season –
The river floods and with appropriate thanks
I wake and work some conscientious treason.
Bright spear of peace that seldom suburb has.
The spire of Camden church now guards the trees.
I smile, my irksome day accomplished, as
Their hands bid welcome, waving in the breeze.
Scheme | AABB CDCDCD EFEF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110111101 0111011101 11110101 110111101 11110111 01010101110 0101110101 01010101010 01010101001 1101101010 1111110101 0111011101 1111010101 1111010001 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 645 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 6, 4 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 37 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 171 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
About this poem
We lived in Camden, which is a country satellite town south-west of Sydney. My husband and I loved the way the trees welcomed us home each night.
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