Calling. Poem by Roy Storey

Calling.

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Calling, calling on the wind
drifting down the river
high up in the trees.
Carryed by the butterfies
with the birds, and bees.
Some call it love
others harmony
it passes everyday
between you and me.

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Sandra Fowler 06 July 2006

Lovely imagery, Roy. I like this one very much. Regards, Sandra

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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