PotentialA Poem by Chris ShawIt’s been a while ….
on return from that giddy cliff edge
with its fine views of Thatchers rock where moody sea surrounds its lonely unreachable vegetation where my mother’s ashes may or may not embrace where my toes can’t tread the wet grassy green slopes presented me with a fine pine cone stumbled it did upon my walking shoes to pause me in my tracks while my mind wandered upwards and reassuringly skywards it accompanied me home two hundred miles across five counties of traffic jam travel where forgotten it hid upon a cramped shelf in the greenhouse through cold winter days and colder darker nights come spring the increase in warmth allowed the seeds to tumble forth tiny winged seeds of possibilities which germinated in smiles a miniature forest grows in a clay pot along with the mother cone a baker’s dozen on show thirteen petite pine trees with the potential to grow into wonderful skyscrapers how thrilled i am at what may become my greatest garden achievement © 2025 Chris ShawReviews
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30 Reviews Added on June 14, 2025 Last Updated on June 14, 2025 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.. |

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