![]() Access Blocked By Fallen RocksA Poem by Chris Shaw
This beach I've learned is out of reach,
its access blocked by fallen rocks. No more will I enjoy the scene of children on a summer day, at play with shells on fine white sand. Nor will I see them paddle there, collect salt water in a pail. Sail their boats where tides creep in and hear them spin their fantasies of stately galleons out at sea. This loss, though sore, does not compare. I shared this place where I would chat with Dad, on all things this and that. We'd walk and talk quite happily, far greater is this loss to me.
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15 Reviews Added on September 27, 2018 Last Updated on September 27, 2018 Author![]() Chris 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..Writing
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