Christopher Tye

Gold Star - 39,141 Points (Lincolnshire, England)

Christopher Tye Poems

41. A Lincolnshire Lad - A Lament To The Lightning's 5/17/2016
42. A Lincolnshire Lad - The Saint's Last Mission 5/17/2016
43. A Lincolnshire Lad - Tealby 5/18/2016
44. A Lincolnshire Lad - Skegness 5/18/2016
45. Once 5/18/2016
46. Fools 5/18/2016
47. Magna 5/18/2016
48. End 5/18/2016
49. Only 5/18/2016
50. Never 5/18/2016
51. Lost 5/18/2016
52. Leaf (Revisited) 5/18/2016
53. A Better World 5/19/2016
54. Quaro 5/19/2016
55. Wombat Berry 5/19/2016
56. Bugs 5/19/2016
57. Abc 5/19/2016
58. Ant 5/19/2016
59. A Lincolnshire Lad - Lud 5/20/2016
60. Kyofu 5/23/2016
61. Planes 5/24/2016
62. Wages 5/24/2016
63. Pushed 5/25/2016
64. Shot At Dawn 5/25/2016
65. Firebirds 5/25/2016
66. Eat 5/25/2016
67. A Lincolnshire Lad - Great Grimsby 5/25/2016
68. A Lincolnshire Lad - Farming 5/25/2016
69. The Comet 5/25/2016
70. Bad 5/26/2016
71. Can 5/26/2016
72. Cob 5/26/2016
73. Today 5/26/2016
74. Ara Fejn Hu 5/26/2016
75. Fruit 5/26/2016
76. A Lincolnshire Lad - The Wolds 5/26/2016
77. Kings 6/2/2016
78. Five 6/2/2016
79. Green 6/2/2016
80. Two 6/2/2016
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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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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