David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Music Of The Night - Poem by David Harris

Sitting in a rocking chair
on a porch in a summer eve.
A warm breeze drives
the garden fragrances through the air.
You close your eyes and relax
and listen to the music of the night,
to the creatures of the night time
calling through the stillness to be found.
The leaves rustling
pushed by the warming breeze,
the lonely hoot of a wise old owl
perched high somewhere,
the chirping of the crickets
in their mating call
and the almost silence
of a bat’s flapping wing.
Those are just a few of the sounds
you’ll hear as you relax back
and listen to the music of the night.

27 March 2008

Comments about Music Of The Night by David Harris

  • (4/5/2008 6:34:00 PM)

    sometimes it's so nice to shut out the noise of the day and sit back and listen to the night.....: O) (Report) Reply

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  • (3/31/2008 2:28:00 AM)

    Summer nights are always so fine... Andy 10 (Report) Reply

  • (3/30/2008 9:49:00 PM)

    Ah the Music of the night a symphony to the ears David! Great read! ! *10*! !
    Best always! Friend Thad
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  • (3/30/2008 5:29:00 PM)

    Evocative depiction of the night so rife w/ life. Both visual and aural imagery are clear and pleasant as the evening breeze. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2008

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