Spring

A creaking door opens
Birds chirp
A solitary eastern cabin
Placed on an island platform
In the middle of a lake

Strings of bells chime quietly
The teacher yells at the young boy
It is time to get up, time
To sweep clean the boardwalk
Before they jump into the rowing boat

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Space Light

Art in such a space

A place of strong image

One head

No face

His pathway followed

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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One

Long lonely corridor

Trolley pushed 

On cast iron wheels

Daily ritual

To feed

The seekers of peace

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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To be One

A sink of vegetables
A long, still, longing view
To the distant hills of freedom

A tin passed silently, through
The cell door window

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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One to Be

Art in such space

A place of such strong image

Passion; each head, each face

A book read, a path followed

A dash of pilgrimage

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on kindle by clicking the highlighted links