The Back of Beyond

The Back of Beyond

A Poem by Chris Shaw

silhouettes of tall conifers
in the distant dark
stand in quiet silence
like an army of sentries
on night time duty

guarding the gardens
of houses built by Edwardians
to last into the twenty first
century or beyond
where red brick is sound
where it is safe and
where it speaks of solid
craftsmanship

silver moon has seen it all
from when the first foundations
were laid to when walls grew
tall to roof level topped by
slates of doldrum grey
where bay windows opened
on to lonely dust tracks

where now the street lamps
gleam an amber glow
on cars parked
where once the odd horse
and cart would pass by
from nearby farms


© 2023 Chris Shaw


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You just walked with me along the Crescent .. I dont mean the one in Bath although that would have been lovely, I mean Delapre Crescent Road where I spent much time as a youngster with my parents and younger siblings .. a nice trip down a well trod path .. thanks for that our Chris .. Neville

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Happy to have accompanied you along Delapre Crescent Road. What a beautiful name.I had my roller sk.. read more
Neville

1 Year Ago


you are indeed more than welcome as I am pleasured :)
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Good afternoon Neville :)



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Oh, so good to see the past, be it the conifers or memories of horses and carts. I rather enjoy what you're doing with light here.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Andrew. Pleased you enjoyed your visit. Have a great day.

Chris
Excellent vignette Chris, a real slice of England one presumes, very atmospheric and painterly in the application.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Tony. Have a wonderful weekend my friend. Yes a slice of the road where I live.
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Some things do seem to last forever and their beauty is enhanced by every passing year. Loved the scene you created Chris. I am a big fan of architecture of all kinds. This was amazing.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I like architecture too will and sadly not the modern sort. Thank you for your visit. Be sure to hav.. read more
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willweb

1 Year Ago

Sadly not so grand
I could hear the gallop of the odd horse and Cart in the bygone years.. even now we watch the old Sherlock Holmes movies with the horses galloping down the City Streets… we seem to have lost the Natural way of living and communicating. Prayers still ascend from our 💜 heart to Heavens 🌈..Rainbow… Be strong, my friend… Pat

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Pat and a very good Thursday to you. Your review echoes my thoughts. Sending love across t.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

dear Chris… an Echo from Earth across the Globe where Ships have passed in the Night with Treasure.. read more
dear Chris... we are losing the sentimental touch-- even Horses can never be replaced by Robot horses.
It is sad to lose the heart and soul of human beings as well as Nature. tenderly, Pat

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Not all change is for the best dear Pat, yet there is a tide of it coming our way soon. Let’s hope.. read more
Think what is must be like for an ancient bristlecone pine who was growing sapling when the pyramids in Egypt were being built. Talk about your sentries of the ages! I liked this. It's sort of a natural noir piece depicting the passage of time.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Fabian. Those ancient pines you speak about have seen a few changes. Pleased you stopped.. read more
My favorite phrase: tall conifers
in the distant dark
stand in quiet silence
like an army of sentries
on night time duty.
We love the past but I guess none of us can stop the endless tide of change. We can only look back and admire the good old days, especially when we lack the power to bring it back. A beautiful poem. I love It


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Not all change brings improvement Akinlolu. These days something has been lost in the finer detail w.. read more
Nicely done
one of the aspects of "Move to the Country" is observing those very stone houses, barns and fencing.
Solid stone houses here are are an exceptional rarity and the flames came nothing for quality or craftsmanship
Our tall line of sentries is currently mourning as a country slowly burns from sea to sea and all they can do is wait and watch along with the rest of us.



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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I am understanding now what has occurred with wild fires in Canada. How sad and frightening. Keep sa.. read more
Dave Brown

1 Year Ago

Sorry, didn't get back to you
Yes, huge mess
worst ever
Quite close to us is an.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Tragic situation. Take care Dave.
everything back then, made to last....everything now, made too fast.
craftsmanship, pride in what we did...that seems to be becoming extinct...like the old street lamps you mention.
a nice poetic photo here.
j.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Yes, made to last J. The craftsmanship back then was and is still certainly celebrated. Many thank y.. read more

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