PetalsA Poem by Chris Shaw(Work recovered from a former poetry website) Remembering our war dead.
Poppies lean towards a stream
where silver ripples gleam in sun. A cool wind shakes their flimsy skirts into the waters one by one. Red sail boats launch into the deep, "We do not sleep, we do not sleep", I hear the sound of poignant notes as little boats are homeward bound.
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19 Reviews Added on October 10, 2020 Last Updated on October 10, 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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