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 ...
Children Of War
Can someone tell us why, the bombs are dropped and bullets fly.
Places that were once our homes now stand broken all alone.
We are children of a war, what is it our father's are fighting for.
we really do not understand all we see is the ruin of our land.
Desolation is all around what has happened to our town.
There's nothing left but brick and rubble, what can be wrong, what is the trouble.
You hold our future in your hands, please stop and think about this land.
Put down your weapons t