Far From The Madding CrowdA Poem by Chris Shaw
i’d rather be in the company of a
dead poet than no poet at all so armed with Seamus Heaney who understands my outside world far more than the living and is close to emotions that can split seams even though he has no heart beat or blood pumping through his veins i find clear water where the lake creeps close to the lane in winter it is summer magic and the surface ripples are blinded by blazing sun my back arched against a tree in shade this quiet glade hidden by a canopy of dense greenery is a haven of content serenity reigns as life’s dross is far away © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on June 13, 2023 Last Updated on June 13, 2023 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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