David Harris Poems

The buds of spring are a beginning
for the green leaves of summer
and the sparkling colours
that will soon greet our eyes.
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I wonder how many times
we sit at our desk
and look out the window on a sunny day,
wishing we were on a tropical beach
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To escape reality
dreamers’ dream of places
where only in their mind can go.
Paradises filled with warmth
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I am feeling beguiled by circumstances
well out of my control
tossed around like a rag doll
or a ship in rough seas.
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Through the years, we have wandered.
Down these, narrow lanes.
First as children to the schoolhouse,
remember the fun and games,
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We wander down the paths,
we used so long ago, when we were young,
before the world we now know.
Down the country lanes, shaded and narrow,
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Yesterdays and yesteryears
are just memories now
But I would give almost anything
to relive them somehow
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Our wedding day was happy
There was joy everywhere
The sun shone brightly
No rain clouds anywhere
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What is love
Is it just a word
Something someone’s heard
What is the meaning
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The clouds in shapeless form
Drift across a sky of blue
The birds colourful and warm
Across the sky fly to
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