Child of Evergreen

I wrote this poem for one of my first year writing courses at UPEI, and liked it. Thought I should share.

Child of Evergreen

None know the woe of winter,
That do no harm nor act the splinter;
To pierce the flesh of child born still,
Beneath the shelter of Evergreen hill.

Who does lay so cold and torn,
The child whom never felt the warmth of spring?
So long has her hands lay cold and worn,
That the song of bells she did never ring.

To her memory none weep nor cry,
For her old life was but a lie.
To the grown who pray there is never blame,
To neglect a child of winter's shame.

Author's Note

I'm okay with criticism, since I'm far from an experienced writer, so have at it.

Reviews

[Singing Bird]

I found this piece profoundly sad.......ever more that some would not mind or mourn the death of what seems to be a tragic short lived life.

[Jesse]

My inspiration came from a poem by William Blake's (I might be mistaken on the author) "The Chimney Sweeper." It was a very tragic poem, and so I modeled this one after it. Thanks for the read!

[thost]

A nice poem that is well balanced. Best of luck

[Jesse]

Thanks!