A Sunny Afternoon - Poem by David Harris
When I was young
along time ago
and lived in a different country.
I used to go into the back garden
and sit on my swing.
Rocking back and forward
I used to gaze up in the sky
and watch the Daks flying
across an unmolested sky
on a sunny afternoon.
2 March 2008
Dak is an abbreviation for the Douglass Dakota Aircraft.
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