Roy Storey

All Seasons.

Will you ever
walk in England.
Will you ever,
talk in England.
Going down to Warwick
on a fine spring day.
Dancing round the may pole
the king and queens of may.
A day for all seasons
all seasons in a day.

Poem Submitted: Monday, July 17, 2006
Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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Comments about All Seasons. by Roy Storey

  • Sandra Fowler (8/16/2007 5:30:00 PM)

    Pure enchantment. Like an old tune, this one lingers in the mind. Take care.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra

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