A Sunny Afternoon Poem by David Harris
A Sunny Afternoon
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
Author’s note:
Dak is an abbreviation for the Douglass Dakota Aircraft.
'unmolested sky' is perfect. As is this piece of nostalgia. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Something fascinating watching these machines, flying precariously above our heads. A sort of adoration for them. Those were the days. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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4/27/2024 2:37:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
If you didn't put that note in there I would have thought you misspelled duck....makes for a better poem....those big flying machines are a marvel to me