Chris Shaw
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ConstantsA Poem by Chris ShawDrifting in thought |
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Jewels of the RiverA Poem by Chris ShawOut of the mists of early dawnthat veil the river's sleepy flowwhich roll across the dew-wet fieldsto linger where the hedgerows grow.In waters spiked.. |
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A Kinder DeathA Poem by Chris ShawFelines, lovely but cruel |
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First GlanceA Poem by Chris ShawWhen I held you that first time,the joy I felt that you were mine,and tiny you wrapped in my armscontent and sleeping peacefully.How could I fathom or.. |
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Benson WeirA Poem by Chris ShawI walk this sturdy, steel-grey bridgewhich spans the river's flow,to watch the gush and sudden rushof water plunge below.The wicked weir with all its .. |
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InheritanceA Poem by Chris ShawThis beach at Maidencombe is reachedby countless steps of well-worn stone,which open to a camber coveof sand and shingle. On my ownI sit and contempla.. |
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Sunset CafeA Poem by Chris ShawA brisk breeze drives the crystalline,while in the distance sail boats playand sun spreads golden spangled light.From high ground in a sheltered place.. |
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With HindsightA Poem by Chris ShawDon't we all suffer from this? |
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Sea ShellsA Poem by Chris ShawA gift from my Nan when I moved miles away from her home. (age 8) |
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Poppycock or Not?A Poem by Chris ShawHave you been tempted? |
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