Christopher Russon

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City: Torbay, Devon UK
Relationship: Widdowed
School: Hallmoor
Hobby: Writing poems
Pets: 1
Kids: 3
Degree: City & Guilds Certificate
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Kenvil Atkins commented on Christopher Russon's poem, A poem for my father. on Nov 15, 2024 at 6:37pm.
Christopher Russon commented on Christopher Russon's poem, Field of Yellow Daffodils on Oct 20, 2024 at 4:01pm.
Frank Hornby . commented on Christopher Russon's poem, Field of Yellow Daffodils on Oct 20, 2024 at 10:18am.
Christopher Russon updated their profile on Oct 16, 2024 at 3:46pm.
Christopher Russon commented on Dakota Barrett's lyrics, Heartbeat of Loneliness on Oct 16, 2024 at 11:58am.
Christopher Russon commented on Eireann O'Kane's poem, Magpie on Oct 15, 2024 at 5:16pm.
Msbellepoetry43 commented on Christopher Russon's poem, Just an illusion. on Jun 17, 2024 at 3:52pm.
Christopher Russon commented on Msbellepoetry43 's poem, Good Morning on Sep 08, 2023 at 3:25pm.
Christopher Russon commented on Msbellepoetry43 's poem, Teardrops to Raindrops on Sep 08, 2023 at 3:21pm.
Christopher Russon commented on Frank Hornby .'s poem, NATURAL SELECTION.... on Aug 24, 2023 at 11:29am.

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Storms of war.

poem by Christopher Russon

The birds have returned And peace emerges In a form of a dove. Life on the rise again Children living normal Lives once more Playing in fields Like they did before. The deadly dark cloud Replaced by bright sunny sky's. Eras... Read more

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The little things...

poem by Christopher Russon

If you don't have a job anymore. Or own a car like you did before Then there are new pastures to explore Where those little things in life mean a lot . Like a walk in the town Or a stroll through the park Where you can wa... Read more

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Hidden treasures.

poem by Christopher Russon

Is it such a crime To follow a dream. They say that dreams Come true.so never Hold back from what Ever may be out There for you. Who knows what you Will find Hidden treasures Come to mind. How will you know If you never d... Read more

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Field of Yellow D...

poem by Christopher Russon

I hope to awake on an open field Where children play on swings, Watching people walk their dogs, And all those kind of things. I hope to see yellow daffodils In their thousands all in line, Followed along with bluebells, A blue... Read more