As Each Day Calls Poem by David Harris

As Each Day Calls

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The rustling leaves
of a summer breeze,
the butterflies waking dance
and the songs of evening calls
are ours to enjoy
and stand within our grasp
if we can wake our senses,
our eyes and ears
we will see and hear it all
as each day comes to call.

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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