Blood SpillsA Poem by Chris Shaw(Forbury Gardens 20thJune, terror on the doorstep)
blood spills while Saturday fades
on lawns grown lush with green refreshed from falls of recent rain where scented flora fills balmy air where innocents have convened to fritter their time away happily blood spills where daisies grow in a town park fondly known where our people find tranquility share picnics with their dearest ones yet their fun forever spoiled, silenced by blades of hate raining down where blades of soft grass cry out in unimagined pain © 2020 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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24 Reviews Added on June 21, 2020 Last Updated on June 21, 2020 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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