David Harris Poems

The rhythm of a heartbeat
is heard across the land
with every new child born.
A rhythm of life itself
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Just beyond the setting sun
lies a land where green leaves grow.
Just beyond the setting sun
seasons different come and go.
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The old dead tree stood
gnarled weather torn;
its limbs were now brittle.
What stories could it tell
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Crane your neck back,
look up the castle wall,
which almost touches the sky
to see the platform there.
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The warmth of love
surrounds me everyday,
knowing what I do
because I’m near you.
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Blue Mondays,
since my baby went away.
Blue Mondays,
seem to stretch into everyday.
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Raindrops running down my windows,
like the tears of God.
They speak of many things to me.
The sadness and sorrow,
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I have a plan, I have a plan
I said as I washed my paw
Dad will come home and we'll all want some grub
He'll just walk by our dishes
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Each life needs some sunshine
To take away blue and grey days
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At Christmas families,
gather around a family Christmas tree
to open gifts of love
each has left there for one another.
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