Early Works - Oh To Be Poem by David Harris

Oh, to be at home again,
where lilies lie in fields
and larks fly overhead
while the sun warms each dropp of dew.

Oh, to be a child once more
in the spring of ones youth
to know the innocence of nature
in pastures always green.

Oh to see the green grass laze
as a breeze blows it to and fro
and know the perfume scent of flowers
along the hedgerows where they grow.

Oh, to be able to turn back the clock
that has too many times chimed,
and go back to our youth
of cartoons and nursery rhymes.

Oh, to be what will never be again
is and old mans plaintive joy
with wistful bouts of imagination
he wishes he were once more a boy.


10 August 2008