Chris Shaw
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What A Difference A Day MakesA Poem by Chris ShawYou wouldn't want to be in a train near Dawlish when this happens. Take my word for it. |
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StormA Poem by Chris ShawAn ice-cold winter wind prevailswhich blasts and wails its wicked pathacross the coastline of Torbay.From heights I see the frantic swellwhipped to a .. |
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A Solitary PiperA Poem by Chris ShawA special request from my archives, and I was that girl |
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Harbouring The Bones of HistoryA Poem by Chris ShawDiscovering more about family. Great Aunt Winnie died at 17, had led a sheltered and innocent life and yet ... |
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Sing Me A Song Of Warmer DaysA Poem by Chris Shaw(archived) |
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Anthem For the UnlovedA Poem by Chris ShawHow bleak the hours pass each day and bleaker still the longer nights, for those who live their lives untouched, divorced from human company. .. |
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Remembering PortlandA Poem by Chris ShawA walk along a bridle pathunveils a vista of blue sea.A sweep of ocean, silver streakedwhich spans the stretch one's eyes can see.So many ribbons flar.. |
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Albert's GiftA Poem by Chris Shaw(For Albert) |
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In Sepia TonesA Poem by Chris Shaw(Great grandparents Lily and George) |
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Silent SpeakerA Poem by Chris Shaw(one from the archives) |
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