What A Difference A Day MakesA Poem by Chris ShawYou wouldn't want to be in a train near Dawlish when this happens. Take my word for it.Tractor tracks on sunlit fields travel with me as I glance, through the once clean glassy pane of the west-coast high speed train. Mellow autumn flashes past, yellow oaks and russet hues. Swan shaped clouds are sailing by, graceful in the morning blue. Yesterday this coastal path met the wrath of wind-whipped waves. Driven by a forceful squall, rollers smashed against the wall. As the train crawled to a halt, angry ocean raged and bawled. crashed the sea-wall as we sat, mice before a starving cat. Yin and yang we see at play, night will always follow day.
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17 Reviews Added on February 1, 2019 Last Updated on February 1, 2019 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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