Roy Storey

Rookie (10 september 1939)

England. - Poem by Roy Storey

You can feel it
the bit in the air
on a winter morn.
Golden sunlight
through the trees
on a spring day.
The glint on the river
in may.
As the may flies
dance there day,
in England.


Comments about England. by Roy Storey

  • (9/3/2007 11:47:00 AM)


    Roy, the imagery you project with your poems hold the warmth that oozes out at you. Brilliant! Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend.
    David
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  • (4/11/2006 6:37:00 PM)


    A wonderful description, can't wait to see it for myself.

    Patricia gale
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  • (4/7/2006 2:51:00 AM)


    Your first line really takes the reader on a journey of discovering England so well Roy, I agree, you can feel it, and I love it. Welcome to PH by the way. 10 from looking forward, Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 3, 2006



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