This poem I co wrote a few years ago with one of my good friends Gabrielle Henderson. She does the whole poetry thing better than I do. We just left our imagination take us away as we texted lines back and forth. Writing this poem got me hooked into poetry. Am I good at it- I don’t know.
“As the Snow Falls” by Gabrielle Henderson & David Harris
The snow was falling
The night was cast
My dreams were calling
Upon the cast
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The nice not stirring
The bed was warm
The cats not purring
Not quite norm
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The fire danced
The shadows stirred
They cast an image
Upon the door
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The image was tall
There was another
This was not y’all
Perhaps his brother
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There perched upon the window
Was a tin soldier from long ago
And what battles he has fought
Only he will know
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And standing on the dresser
A great warrior king
Who conquered the old world
And loved to sing
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And atop the fireplace
Stood a doll so proud and tall
Made of porcelain and dreams
As she watched the snow gently fall
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And near my closet
Stood a tall Indian chief
With a bow and arrow
And a great pair of teeth
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And a music box and candle
Softly guarding this happy scene
That so easily reminds us
Of what life truly means
And finally an old grandfather clock
That keeps time in timeless lands
As sadness slips away
Like an hourglass and sand
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I marveled at these treasures
My eyes were crawling
Yet as I stood in awe
The best was the snow a falling
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