David Harris

Bronze Star - 2,203 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Born On A Natural Wing - Poem by David Harris

Love born on a natural wing,
young hearts that sing
springs song of joy
effects the heart of the sly and coy.
Breeze cool, crisp and clean,
ruffles leaves on trees where lovers lean.
Lanes of a million feet before,
fill again with lover’s lore.
Sleepy hollows feel springs touch;
awaken beauty from the sleepy hush.
The sun spreads warmth from the sky,
looking down with its yellow eye.
Birds fly south on the wing,
now winter has kissed everything.
My, my how times does fly,
hear the wedding bells of June and July.
Again, we wake to an autumn morn;
winds are harsh and full of scorn.
Snow again will adorn our eyes.
A blanket of white before us lies,
Oh we ode for again the spring,
and love born on a natural wing.

1976


Comments about Born On A Natural Wing by David Harris

  • Rookie Constance K Yost (2/13/2011 6:40:00 AM)

    This poem is so pleasant to read, again and again. Very, very nice! Constance (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Andrew mark Wilkinson (9/13/2007 7:06:00 AM)

    A poem for all seasons my friend...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 6, 2011


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