Christopher Tye

Gold Star - 39,299 Points (Lincolnshire, England)

Christopher Tye Poems

1241. Old Socks 9/23/2016
1242. The Four Seasons 9/2/2016
1243. High Flight 11/4/2016
1244. Old Tom 11/11/2016
1245. Poppy Fields 11/11/2016
1246. Album 9/6/2016
1247. 太陽 11/21/2016
1248. Poets (Haiku) 3/4/2017
1249. That's All Folks 2/19/2017
1250. Simple Gifts 6/9/2012
1251. Trains 10/25/2012
1252. Shoes 5/4/2016
1253. Hearts Of Oak 6/8/2016
1254. Chase 8/2/2016
1255. Rain (Revisited) 7/19/2016
1256. Ships 8/19/2016
1257. The Storm 9/28/2016
1258. All Things Will Die 10/3/2016
1259. The Throne 4/16/2017
1260. Late 11/11/2016
1261. Fires 11/11/2016
1262. Sorrow 8/23/2016
1263. Scars 10/29/2012
1264. Obsidian 7/25/2012
1265. Wasted Days 7/6/2012
1266. By The Babbling Brook 12/22/2014
1267. How Many More? 6/22/2012
1268. Kits 7/21/2016
1269. Letter 9/6/2016
1270. Halloween Teatime Treats 10/28/2016
1271. Egg 11/4/2016
1272. Empires Of Sand 6/15/2012
1273. Rise 10/26/2012
1274. O' Death 7/25/2012
1275. The Path Of Life 10/7/2016
1276. Time 5/11/2016
1277. Another Year Passes 5/31/2012
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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