Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Poems of David Harris

2901. Wisk Me Away 8/7/2008
2902. With 11/17/2007
2903. With Doubt 2/17/2011
2904. With Each Day Passing 12/2/2012
2905. Within A Sigh 8/4/2010
2906. Within Passion’s Embrace 7/1/2007
2907. Within The Recesses Of Our Mind 6/11/2008
2908. Within The Shadows Of My Mind 9/6/2008
2909. Woman In White 8/16/2011
2910. Wonderful World 3/17/2011
2911. Wondering 12/24/2008
2912. Wooden Ships 7/13/2008
2913. Words 1/23/2007
2914. Words Of Love 11/13/2007
2915. Words to Inspire 7/12/2007
2916. Worker 9/9/2007
2917. World Of Understanding 11/22/2009
2918. Worries 8/16/2008
2919. Worries 2 11/23/2008
2920. Worst Thing With Waiting 6/23/2007

The Passing Day

The soothing sounds
of Native American pipes
drift across the air
as if calling to their ancestors
to say that all is well.

Slowly as the light
descends into nights darkness
and the nocturnal creatures stir

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