Chris Shaw
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Endymion (Bluebell)A Poem by Chris ShawA very old poem, posted for Stella |
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In A Glade Within A WoodA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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FearsomeA Poem by Chris Shaw(Bedtime fairy tales) |
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Wind Of ChangeA Poem by Chris Shaw(Plants talking) |
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StringsA Poem by Chris ShawFor Nicola, much loved friend and pop in neighbour |
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When Night Calls Time On DayA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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On the boat yard, hard standingA Poem by Chris ShawInspired by Neville Pettitt's Exploding Flowers, (writing poetry, instead of cleaning the inside of our boat.) |
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Thinking of MumA Poem by Chris ShawOn Mother's day, thinking of her, neither here nor there in a nursing home 200 miles away |
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A Matter of TrustA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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We Live In Times Of Deep RegretA Poem by Chris Shaw(one from my archives, but just as relevant) |
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