David Harris

Silver Star - 3,799 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

81. A Flickering Candle 7/28/2009
82. A Flowing River 9/19/2011
83. A Flying Cow 11/3/2009
84. A Foggy Morning In Portsmouth Town 1/29/2008
85. A Folder 3/26/2008
86. A Forty-Year-Old Virgin 9/13/2009
87. A Friend 9/25/2007
88. A Friend Across The Pond 8/10/2007
89. A Friend We Do Not Know 4/25/2011
90. A Friendship 2/5/2008
91. A Friendship Awakens 10/27/2008
92. A Gathering 12/23/2008
93. A Gathering Of Poets 8/7/2008
94. A Gift From Me To You 12/5/2007
95. A Gift Of Forever 12/30/2012
96. A Girl From Nowhere 10/24/2009
97. A Girl Named Fred 9/20/2009
98. A Goal In Life 4/12/2008
99. A Good Samaritan Maybe 6/26/2008
100. A Goodbye 7/9/2007
101. A Gossip 1/20/2008
102. A Grain Of Sand 11/20/2008
103. A Great Healer 4/14/2011
104. A Great Life 2/4/2009
105. A Guardian Angel 8/5/2007
106. A Guiding Voice 11/26/2007
107. A Habit 5/18/2008
108. A Hairy Fairy 9/20/2009
109. A Happy Face 11/26/2007
110. A Happy Prankster 8/4/2014
111. A Happy Surprise 5/19/2015
112. A Harsh Mistress 6/10/2007
113. A Haunting 11/26/2009
114. A Heart 7/9/2007
115. A Heartbeat Away 12/3/2007
116. A Heartbeat Away 2 11/6/2009
117. A Helping Hand 8/31/2007
118. A Hole In The Wall (Fun Poem 66) 2/27/2008
119. A Hot Summers Day 9/20/2014
120. A House Is Not A Home 12/7/2008
Best Poem of David Harris

Just Beyond The Sunset

Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally

Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand

Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find ...

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Through The Years

Through the years, we have wandered.
Down these, narrow lanes.
First as children to the schoolhouse,
remember the fun and games,
hopscotch and blindman's bluff.
Remember too the lessons,
English and mathematics,
we used to hate them both.
Then there were the teachers,

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