Harbour NightsA Poem by Chris Shaw
At dawn the sky brewed dismal grey,
relentless rain moved in to stay, all day the heavens wept with grief. From terraced tiers my eyes glance down through window glass I view this town by night festooned in fairy lights. Returning home are fishing boats, while anchored craft are now afloat, high tide within old harbour walls. All Brixham's jewels are on display, in witching hours a grand array, this inner basin sparkles bright. Without a doubt, at dark this place brings forth a smile upon my face out come the ghosts of ages past.
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Added on October 25, 2019Last Updated on October 25, 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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