Wind Chime Tree

Wind Chime Tree

A Poem by Chris Shaw

this hilltop climb
steeper than expected
slower walking an aging
canine

breathless
with each step taken
that grassy plateau nearer
dusted in overnight frosting
white winter bites hard
swallows on the tongue

sadness of four years passing
lingers on a pathway paused
to listen to the tinkle
of wind chimes carried
carried on a breeze of
swift sweeping

sweeping across our valley
weeping in remembrance of
a young vibrant life
last breath lost to youths
to a steel blade ambush
hotheads of stupidity

Olly Stevens RIP - age 13 🌹


© 2025 Chris Shaw


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oh man, Ms. Christy! so moving .. every line on to the next ... i feel the deep sadness and senseless deaths around the globe encapsulated in you 13 yr. old Olly Stevens ... truly please find rest and peace .. oh so sad
E.
ps. wonderful title!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Dear Mr E. Sadly it is happening all the time here. Knife crime. Children on children. It is a great.. read more
You describe the current atmosphere of this place so well in the chill of winter when the frost stings and memories are crisp.
This happened many years ago near me, my friend's 14 yr old boy, and my friend never got over it, she lost her mind in the end, so they killed her as well in reality.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

So sad dear Stella about your friend and her son. This was so very close to where we live and has pr.. read more
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MCS
Sad words that punctuate a heart-breaking, senseless event. Nicely done my poet friend.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Many thanks dear Mary. Your thoughts always welcome and appreciated. All the best.

C.. read more
Yes Chris, some actions mock our thinking of humanity and leave an indelible mark on people and places where caring and compassion still exist.
With each victim cut down we hope it will be the last, but it never seems to quite get to the end of man's inhumanity to man (or boy in this case)
A reminder that beautiful places can and are tarnished with hate and indifference for a life too.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Lorry. So senseless and yet these knife crimes seem to becoming more and more frequent. A .. read more
Lorry

1 Month Ago

I believe in multiverse because of it snd other atrocities, because if there is a universe that is b.. read more
I searched Olly Stevens, So very sad ... a heartfelt, caring piece, Chris, and so beautifully written ...
... Autistic, Innocent, hopeful of making a friend, and brutally killed. Senseless.


Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Dylan and for searching for the background info. A tragedy close to home. I appreciate you.. read more
Keep your vibrant poems coming please.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Sami. You are too kind.
Sami Khalil

1 Month Ago

You are welcome 😊
Beautifully written for a sad incident that stirred our dear poet to remember and share.
I feel knifing is sadly used to take away dear lives as they do with guns in the US every day here and there.
Man can be a devil or can be an angel; our choices.


Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Yes Sami. You have your guns, we have our knives. The damage is monumental. So very sad. Thank you d.. read more
Sami Khalil

1 Month Ago

All true and well articulated. You are welcome Chris
This poem beautifully conveys grief and remembrance. The imagery is vivid, and the emotional depth is powerful. Overall, it’s a heartfelt and moving poem, Chris. Rest in Peace, Stevens.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Martiya for your visit. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. All the best.

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Martiya Daman

1 Month Ago

My pleasure!

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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