Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

An Angel


An Angel stood on a roof
so silent and still
watching what was going on
in the world below.
The Angel was invisible
to the naked eye
and only animals
could sense the presence there.
The angel watched
the passing of vacant lives
and could only help
when it heard someone’s cry.
The Angel, a sentinel
of our waking lives.

16 April 2008

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2008

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  • JoAnn McGrath (5/10/2008 8:58:00 PM)

    they are always there
    to watch over and care
    like Andy said to bad some just don't listen
    and say a prayer of thanks to thier wisdom (Report) Reply

  • Lynda Robson (5/7/2008 10:59:00 AM)

    What a lovely sweet poem David, its nice to know angels are watching over us,10
    Lynda xx (Report) Reply

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