Christopher Tye

Gold Star - 38,911 Points (Lincolnshire, England)

Christopher Tye Poems

401. Mouldy 10/10/2016
402. Putrid 10/10/2016
403. Bleak 10/10/2016
404. A Lonely Soul Searching For The Path 10/10/2016
405. A Covert Of Coots 10/10/2016
406. Coppice 10/10/2016
407. Tormented 10/12/2016
408. Calendar 10/12/2016
409. Flowers From Trees 10/12/2016
410. Sunflowers 10/12/2016
411. Kvetch 10/12/2016
412. Honeysuckle 10/12/2016
413. Pleonasm 10/12/2016
414. Acrostic 10/12/2016
415. Pass Me The Thingy-Me-Jig 10/12/2016
416. Legacy (Revisited) 10/21/2016
417. I Shall Return 10/21/2016
418. The Empty Chair 10/21/2016
419. Broken Life's 10/21/2016
420. The Last Battle 10/21/2016
421. Street Lights 10/21/2016
422. What (Revisited) 10/21/2016
423. Hats 10/21/2016
424. Books (Cap Verse) 10/21/2016
425. Paint 10/21/2016
426. Brushes 10/24/2016
427. Mail 10/24/2016
428. A Master Of Mediocrity 10/24/2016
429. Verse Or Worse 10/24/2016
430. Glade 10/24/2016
431. The Farewell 10/24/2016
432. Elegy (For G. H. T., Killed In Action,19th August 1918) 10/24/2016
433. Deltic (Cap Verse) 10/24/2016
434. The Many 10/24/2016
435. Killed In Action 10/24/2016
436. Writer's Block 10/26/2016
437. Dashed Hopes 10/26/2016
438. Out Of Ideas 10/26/2016
439. A Poet's Struggles 10/26/2016
440. A Farewell 10/26/2016
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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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,

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