Charlie Chaffin Poems

A silent spring,
Birds all gone.
Only the wind
Whispers at dawn.
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I fight a hundred battles,
But none of them you see.
The battles that I fight
Are fought for you and me.
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He drew the shade down in front of the sun,
A thick, medieval fortress wall of stone cast.
There in the dim and safe of the dark was also a dog,
A part of him dragged from the past.
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Things taken against our will;
Things taken without our knowledge;
Things taken twice;
Things gone that leave a hole.
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S o help me find the metaphor of childhood
With which I can help you understand
What was stolen.
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