David Harris Poems

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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It’s nice to sit somewhere by water
and watch nature’s wonderful creatures
in the serine solitude of a Sunday.
Fish rising to the surface
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Fifty years ago I took up the pen
on a spur of the moment thought;
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How many times have we
thought of a name from our past?
A name that will not leave
our spare moment thoughts
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Small boats nudge at their mooring
on the waters of a secluded cove;
the stillness nudges our imagination
into the slumber of a better life
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In Memory of Sue


We went to school together,
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Yesterdays are filled with memories
we’ve already made,
tomorrows are fill with memories
we are yet to make.
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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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