Roy Storey

Rookie (10 september 1939)

Lost. - Poem by Roy Storey

The seedling grows
one year two years
five ten.
Fifty more and on again.
Then cut down
making paper rolling round.
Pages for me to write
in the middle of the night.
Another dream that went a stray.
They do turn out that way.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011


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