Chris Shaw
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Rosy HuesA Poem by Chris Shaw(river musings) |
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Car CrashA Poem by Chris Shaw(when it isn't possible to juggle anymore and yet ...) |
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New ShootsA Poem by Chris ShawSeptember sun has slipped from sight,in rich delight a sky allures.She wears a shade of crimson rosethat floods the river as he flows.I find my though.. |
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SerenityA Poem by Chris ShawMore river musings from afloat |
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Once There Was JamA Poem by Chris Shaw(Honey fungus will wipe out with ease all soft fruit trees in it's path. A nightmare) |
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DoorstepsA Poem by Chris Shaw(errands at seven for Grandad) |
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NeedledA Poem by Chris ShawI wonder if I'll still be around when you tire of the tattoo you are about to needle your finger with? You know I have a thing about labels a.. |
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NurtureA Poem by Chris Shawgrebes on the river take turns to incubate precious eggs inside a nest balanced on a platform between two half submerged branches built with ut.. |
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When the Glass is EmptyA Poem by Chris Shaw(written following the death of a newly married policeman in our locality, on duty,) |
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After The EclipseA Poem by Chris Shawone from the archives |
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