David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Poems of David Harris

2841. Who Am I? 8/31/2007
2842. Who am I? 2 12/21/2008
2843. Who Am I? 3 5/19/2009
2844. Who Can I Turn To 12/21/2008
2845. Who Cares 4/4/2008
2846. Who Could Wish For Anything More 6/29/2007
2847. Who Is Calling You 1/27/2008
2848. Who Knows 7/1/2008
2849. Who Stole Our Outhouse? (Fun Poem, But True) 4/2/2007
2850. Who We Are 2/7/2010
2851. Who’s Carrying The Books 2/11/2009
2852. Whom Life Has Injured 7/11/2014
2853. Whooper-will Calls 5/7/2008
2854. Why 2/22/2007
2855. Why Do I 12/20/2008
2856. Why Do I Write 4/27/2011
2857. Why Do We 8/1/2007
2858. Why Is It 10/30/2009
2859. Why Is It? 8/16/2008
2860. Why Is This Happening to Me? 10/16/2007

Yesteryears

The rocking chair squeaks,
as it rocks to and fro.
An old man is dreaming,
of yesterdays many years ago.
He dreams of the woman,
who’d one day be his wife.
He sees how things used to be,
when he was a lad.
Reflects on the changes,

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