David Harris

Bronze Star - 2,108 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

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