chris spurrell Poems
|1.||Our Friend The Whale||1/29/2008|
|2.||Children Of War||1/29/2008|
|3.||A Mother's Love||1/29/2008|
|5.||Shades Of Winter||7/11/2008|
|6.||Winter Is Here||7/11/2008|
|7.||Give To The Children||7/15/2008|
|8.||Song Of Summer||7/15/2008|
|12.||Away From It All||8/5/2008|
|13.||Storm On The Shore||8/5/2008|
|15.||Island Of My Dreams||8/5/2008|
|18.||The Man Of Our Times||8/5/2008|
|19.||An Open Door||8/6/2008|
|20.||The Green Bug||8/6/2008|
|21.||Four Little Paws||8/6/2008|
|22.||What Do I See||5/15/2009|
|23.||Welcome To This Summer's Day||5/15/2009|
|24.||I Wish I Wish||8/6/2008|
|26.||The Passing Storm||7/15/2008|
|27.||Out Of My Window||8/6/2008|
|28.||The Lonely Scarecrow||7/11/2008|
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The Lonely Scarecrow
I stand in a field alone keeping watch
The sun and the moon are my only clock
In the morning and evening I'll always be there
I never go off for a walk anywhere.
Standing here trying to scare the birds away
Oh what a laugh they just come to take my hay away
\\So they can build their nests high up in the trees
I really do wish I could be as free
Children come along they just stand and stare
At my tatty old coat and my long matted hair
They never see me smile or shed a tear
I have to be brave when they are near
I am a lonely scarecrow as lonely as could ...
Shades Of Winter
The trees are all bare, there, s a chill in the air
The bright winter moon has a ghostly glow
As the slow evening mists roll into the valley below.
Distant trees show darkly through the mists
But a heavy hoar frost will whiten their branches.
And define all the spider webs hanging around
Into beautiful and natural art.
Frost on your windows make wonderful patterns
It's nature at work thats how it happens.