Ghost BusterA Poem by Chris Shaw
This eerie silence will not last
as dawn brings milky smoke-like mist to haunt our river, hide the view. A host of ghosts are sweeping through. Then moments later sol glows gold the phantoms rise in upward lift. Before my eyes the scene has changed, the bank appears now clothed in green, tall trees emerge to change the scene and all bodes well, a clear new day. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on July 29, 2019Last Updated on July 29, 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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