Christopher Tye

Gold Star - 39,241 Points (Lincolnshire, England)

Christopher Tye Poems

641. 舊箱子 3/18/2017
642. 古い箱 3/18/2017
643. 干し草の山 3/18/2017
644. 冬天的風 3/18/2017
645. 冬の風 3/18/2017
646. 夏天的微風 3/18/2017
647. 星星 3/18/2017
648. 3/18/2017
649. Hen Focsys 3/18/2017
650. Ysbrydion Y Nos 3/18/2017
651. Marwolaeth 3/18/2017
652. Awelon Haf 3/18/2017
653. Pennawd I Nefoedd 3/18/2017
654. Gwyntoedd Y Gaeaf 3/18/2017
655. Beddi 3/18/2017
656. Cats (19-03-2017) 3/19/2017
657. Japanese Dreams 3/19/2017
658. Services (19-03-2017) 3/19/2017
659. Tin Chapel 3/19/2017
660. Spares Or Repair 3/19/2017
661. To Be (19-03-2017) 3/19/2017
662. Lonely Lanes 3/19/2017
663. Bourgeon 3/19/2017
664. The Joiners Shop 3/19/2017
665. Cathod 3/19/2017
666. Hen Ffrindiau 3/19/2017
667. Breuddwydion Japan 3/19/2017
668. Gwasanaethau 3/19/2017
669. Capel Tun 3/19/2017
670. Darnau Sbâr Neu Atgyweirio 3/19/2017
671. I Fod Yn 3/19/2017
672. Lonydd Unig 3/19/2017
673. Buds (Haicw) 3/19/2017
674. Amser 3/19/2017
675. Allan O Amser 3/19/2017
676. Diwedd Y Diwrnod (Haicw) 3/19/2017
677. Machlud 3/19/2017
678. Rwy'n 3/19/2017
679. 老朋友們 3/19/2017
680. 古くからの友人 3/19/2017
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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