David Harris Poems

The scent of fresh cut grass
wafts through the air
adding to all the fragrances
that are already there.
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When I was young
along time ago
and lived in a different country.
I used to go into the back garden
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If I could read your mind love,
it would tell me things
I want to know,
if your love is true.
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Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see within.
Is my future rosy,
will I have many friends?
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The sea holds many secrets
in sleeping ship that lie below.
For centuries, thousands of ships and men
have met a watery grave.
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The North Atlantic Sea raged bitter cold
as a convoy of ships sailed swiftly as could be.
A wolf pack of submarines
were waiting somewhere
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While sitting in the quiet moments
faces from the past flicker pass,
old loves and friends from a bygone era
mingle together in days gone by.
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My name is wolfy
and I get all hairy
when the wolf bane blooms
under a full moon.
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Wherever you go, you’ll see them
assorted coloured tree mice.
They can be white, black, red and grey.
I must admit I have never seen one
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When I went to school
oh, so many years ago
I remember a girl
who always wore a yellow daffodil.
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