Disturbance at DawnA Poem by Chris Shaw
comes the mist in early morning
with a swiftness unexpected as it rolls across the meadows as it drifts without a purpose pon the glassy river's surface where the geese are super noisy where the ducks are going quackers where the peace is all but shattered for the likes of you and me
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15 Reviews Added on October 4, 2020 Last Updated on October 4, 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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