Roy Storey

Rookie (10 september 1939)

Enchanted Dreams. - Poem by Roy Storey

Swells of orange dust
move round and round
in the breeze
by
the molly tree
with white, fragrant blooms.
Filling the air with
beautiful
perfume.
As the music of the flute
flows through the trees
across medows green.
Lost
in the babbling
of a stream.
Of the land
of enchanted dreams.


Comments about Enchanted Dreams. by Roy Storey

  • (9/3/2007 11:43:00 AM)


    Roy what a wonderful enchanting poem. Loved the imagery. It made you think you were almost there. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend.
    David
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  • (4/26/2006 5:40:00 PM)


    A lovely write. Ah enchanted dreams so wonderful

    Patricia Gale
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 22, 2006



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