Biography of Christopher Tye
Born in Lincolnshire, England. I have always lived in the Lincolnshire.
Music, life & the Lincolnshire countryside are my greastest inspirations.
History, the arts, archaeology, architecture, anthropology, aviation, railways, early & classical music are my main intersts.
I tend to write poems as I think of them. My poems tend to be with-out much ryhme, reason or sturcture as a result.
Christopher Tye Poems
Another Year Passes
Another year passes The old man is sitting in his armchair, Looking out of the window,
Rise Respect yourself, Improve yourself,
O' Death, why have you taken everything I loved, O' Death, why do you keep taking my friends. O' Death, why do you always stand at my side, O' Death, why don't you release me when angels are calling me to heaven,
Kits Kits of all sorts of things from planes to trains, Imagineering the completed model while looking at a pile of sprue's,
Wasted Days There are days when I have no fight left in me, When I haven't got any energy left,
Born out of the heat of volcanoes, Nature's own glass it is so beautiful and rare, So hard it can take an edge sharper than flint, Yet so few of us have heard of it,
By The Babbling Brook
By the babbling brook By the babbling brook I rest myself, Watching damsel-flies hovering above the water,
Simple Gifts All a man needs is simple gifts, In life it is the simple gifts that can cheer the soul,
Shoes Soles of my feet, Holes in my soles,
Hearts Of Oak
Hearts of Oak English men and naval vessels beat with a heart of oak, Quercus Robur the heart of English broad leaf woodlands,
Trust True friends always trust each other, Remain true to what you trust and believe,
Rain (Revisited) -new-
Rain Rain decending from the heavens, A gift from God and the clouds for all life on earth,
Thunder Flies -new-
Thunder Flies Thunder flies arriving in their thousand's, Harvest time approaching fast as nature works miracle's,
Boats Boating lakes disappearing fast, Old sailors remembering the good old days,
If I made a mistake, would you forgive me?
If I die, would you mourn my passing?
If I found love, would you be happy for me?
If I fall from grace, would you stand by me?
If I could be a better person, would I be?
If I could change the past would I?