A Question of Progress or Maybe Not?A Poem by Chris Shaw
Once upon a window seen
where drapes drawn back in softened sheen, like tresses of a young girl's hair, to play the early morning breeze. And sparkling glass, those clear bright eyes would view a garden and the sky, in satisfaction that this sight, delightful be it day or night. Fair stood this cottage near a wood, for many years and if it could, it would without a doubt have stayed if chance had let it have its say. But time you thief, brings forth your change, not always for the best, it's strange to see destructive forces where I'd walk and breathe in country air.
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13 Reviews Added on July 3, 2018 Last Updated on July 4, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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