David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Poems of David Harris

2881. Whirlpool 5/26/2007
2882. Whisper In My Ear 10/6/2009
2883. Whispers 12/31/2008
2884. Whispers In The Wind 9/12/2014
2885. Whistle Down The Wind 12/17/2007
2886. Whistle In The Wind 9/16/2012
2887. White Flag Over Stanley 6/14/2007
2888. Who Am I To Cast The First Stone 6/22/2007
2889. Who Am I? 8/31/2007
2890. Who am I? 2 12/21/2008
2891. Who Am I? 3 5/19/2009
2892. Who Can I Turn To 12/21/2008
2893. Who Cares 4/4/2008
2894. Who Could Wish For Anything More 6/29/2007
2895. Who Is Calling You 1/27/2008
2896. Who Knows 7/1/2008
2897. Who Stole Our Outhouse? (Fun Poem, But True) 4/2/2007
2898. Who We Are 2/7/2010
2899. Who’s Carrying The Books 2/11/2009
2900. Whom Life Has Injured 7/11/2014

Guiding Light

Like a lighthouse on a stormy night,
that shines bright for ailing ships,
to steer them to a friendly port.
I need a light to guide me,
to her awaiting arms.
A guiding light to lead me safely,
to her open door.
That I may end my search,
with love warmth evermore.

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