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The Back of Beyond

The Back of Beyond

A Poem by Chris Shaw

silhouettes of tall conifers
in the distant dark
stand in quiet silence
like an army of sentries
on night time duty

guarding the gardens
of houses built by Edwardians
to last into the twenty first
century or beyond
where red brick is sound
where it is safe and
where it speaks of solid
craftsmanship

silver moon has seen it all
from when the first foundations
were laid to when walls grew
tall to roof level topped by
slates of doldrum grey
where bay windows opened
on to lonely dust tracks

where now the street lamps
gleam an amber glow
on cars parked
where once the odd horse
and cart would pass by
from nearby farms


© 2023 Chris Shaw


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You just walked with me along the Crescent .. I dont mean the one in Bath although that would have been lovely, I mean Delapre Crescent Road where I spent much time as a youngster with my parents and younger siblings .. a nice trip down a well trod path .. thanks for that our Chris .. Neville

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

Happy to have accompanied you along Delapre Crescent Road. What a beautiful name.I had my roller sk.. read more
Neville

10 Months Ago


you are indeed more than welcome as I am pleasured :)
Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

Good afternoon Neville :)



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Nicely done
one of the aspects of "Move to the Country" is observing those very stone houses, barns and fencing.
Solid stone houses here are are an exceptional rarity and the flames came nothing for quality or craftsmanship
Our tall line of sentries is currently mourning as a country slowly burns from sea to sea and all they can do is wait and watch along with the rest of us.



Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

I am understanding now what has occurred with wild fires in Canada. How sad and frightening. Keep sa.. read more
Dave Brown

11 Months Ago

Sorry, didn't get back to you
Yes, huge mess
worst ever
Quite close to us is an.. read more
Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Tragic situation. Take care Dave.
everything back then, made to last....everything now, made too fast.
craftsmanship, pride in what we did...that seems to be becoming extinct...like the old street lamps you mention.
a nice poetic photo here.
j.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Yes, made to last J. The craftsmanship back then was and is still certainly celebrated. Many thank y.. read more
impressive Chris. very e.a housemanesque. i especially enjoyed the 2nd stanza, in particular "where red brick is sound" quite an evocative image.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thanks Ken, truly appreciate your early visit. Have a great day. Trust all is good with you.
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Ken e Bujold

11 Months Ago

all is good. not much in way of new works, mostly researching, refreshing the memory banks for few n.. read more
Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

A lazy start Ken, but much to do later. Take care:)

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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