Where The Shade FallsA Poem by Chris Shaw
where reigns the oak a mighty king
the beech is surely England's queen beneath her dense green canopy that hides me from a cloudless sky i watch as from this river bank the cruisers with their ease of grace so gently smoothly sail on by oh Fagus god of this fine tree today in overbearing heat i thank you for the use of shade i thank you for the softest breeze and from the inner core of me i curtsey to this queen of queens for growing in this welcome glade © 2020 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on July 31, 2020Last Updated on August 2, 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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