David Harris

Bronze Star - 2,151 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Brother John And Friends - Poem by David Harris

I sat quietly in my study
and tried to concentrate
when I heard things crashing
all about the house,
then came the rattle of chains
a sound I had not heard in years.
I closed my eyes in dread,
as I knew who was calling
a pesky friend Brother John and his entourage.
Brother John was back with ghostly friends,
back to wreak havoc over my life again.
It wasn’t so much Brother John
but his dubious ghostly friends.
Bang went my peaceful life
as it had done many years before.
Now it was back to being ever watchful
of things flying across the room
of lights being switched on and off.
It was all mischievous fun
to Brother John and friends
and all I could do was sit
and wonder when will it ever end.

16 September 2009


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  • Rookie Carol Gall (9/16/2009 8:28:00 PM)

    ghostly visitors good poem david 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 13, 2011


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