Not A Shot FiredA Poem by Chris Shaw(Brixham history)
on this basin's floor
with its muddied sands strands of slime green seaweed strewn with pitted shells pock marking an abstract canvas like a Pollack painting . barnacled hulls are concealed of old row boats or anti-fouled undersides of sailing craft with their tall elegant masts and strong anchor arms digging deep into the history of this place . over three centuries have passed since the arrival of William Prince of Orange who came to restore the Protestant faith to our kingdom, removing the fear of Catholic clashes that had incited many a battle . not a shot was fired as invaders arrived with their eyes on the capital, a warm welcome was extended as a mighty fleet complete with Dutch flags waved freely in a wind of positive change . and now ...fast forward within the safe embrace of darkness on display, an array of bright lights a medley of colour while from the quay, spotlights blaze from the masts of the fishing trawlers back home with their catch . i imagine how it must have been on that dull November day now confined to old books and art galleries, when the Dutch fleet sailed into Torbay without a shot being fired .
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16 Reviews Added on July 13, 2020 Last Updated on July 13, 2020 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..Writing
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