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.||The Lonely Scarecrow||7/11/2008|
|28.||Out Of My Window||8/6/2008|
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Out Of My Window
I look out of my window what do I see
Why only the moon peeping down on me
Gone are the trees they're nowhere in sight
Everythings black except for the lights
On the horizon they are winking at me
A soft shade of orange is all that I see
But down in the fields I can see strange lights
I wonder what that this time of night
Of course how silly I should have known
Its men after rabbits as I watch
The torch beams dance all around
I do hope those rabbits are far underground
What's that sound I can now here
Why its nothing to fear
Its only the rain come to ...
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