John Scully

Rookie (19th October 1947 / London)

Last Year's Wind - Poem by John Scully

I went West to frequent 'civilisation'
and stopped,
and stared in sorrow.
Words cannot utter what I saw
out on the lonely city moor.
Those faces, anxious,
on beds of straw.
I left, grief overladen,
with ups and downs, far and wide
at all the places.
For behind the painted curtains
only black dust flies
while the west wind rose from under rocks
and the night air walked on fallen trees.

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  • Rookie S... Che (6/21/2012 5:51:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 21, 2012


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