Christopher Tye

Gold Star - 12,380 Points (Lincolnshire, England)

Christopher Tye Poems

1. Tied 4/15/2015
2. Failed 4/28/2016
3. Rain 4/29/2016
4. Soul 4/29/2016
5. Pain 4/29/2016
6. Shoes 5/4/2016
7. Thor 5/4/2016
8. Dead 5/5/2016
9. Zapatones 5/5/2016
10. Ohka 5/5/2016
11. 応化 5/5/2016
12. Sun 5/5/2016
13. What 5/6/2016
14. Walking Amongst Giants 5/6/2016
15. The Jet Age 5/6/2016
16. Stars 5/6/2016
17. Sky 5/9/2016
18. Railroads 5/9/2016
19. Arrows 5/9/2016
20. Schuhe 5/9/2016
21. Fun 5/9/2016
22. Bow 5/9/2016
23. Try 5/9/2016
24. Tie 5/9/2016
25. Tropical Woollybutt 5/9/2016
26. F5 5/11/2016
27. Time 5/11/2016
28. Bye 5/11/2016
29. Robin 5/11/2016
30. The Telex Machine 5/11/2016
31. An English Idyll 5/16/2016
32. A Lincolnshire Lad - Boys 5/16/2016
33. A Lincolnshire Lad - The Last Chain Home Tower 5/17/2016
34. A Lincolnshire Lad - The Settlement Camp 5/17/2016
35. A Lincolnshire Lad - A Yellowbellies' Pride 5/17/2016
36. A Lincolnshire Lad - A Lament To The Lightning's 5/17/2016
37. A Lincolnshire Lad - The Saint's Last Mission 5/17/2016
38. A Lincolnshire Lad - Tealby 5/18/2016
39. A Lincolnshire Lad - Skegness 5/18/2016
40. Once 5/18/2016
Best Poem of Christopher Tye

Another Year Passes

Another year passes

The old man is sitting in his armchair,
Looking out of the window,
Watching the birds,
As they are flying from tree to tree,
He remembers all the winters,
He spent in his garden when he was young,
Planting those same trees,
When they were just little saplings,
He remembers all the years that,
Those trees have been growing and slowly maturing,
He knows long after he has celebrated his final birthday,
All the trees in his beloved garden,
Will still be growing,
And still be giving food and shelter to the birds, ...

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The Dying Exile

The dying exile

As the exiled man lays dying in a foreign land,
His thoughts turn to his beloved homeland,
As he draws his final few breaths,
He thinks about the village where he was born,
The little house where he spent his childhood,
The school he went to and all his long-lost friends from there,
The village's little sand stone church, with its steeple reaching out trying to touch heaven,

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