Roy Storey

Rookie (10 september 1939)

No Sound. - Poem by Roy Storey

Come flow the willow
come beckon the call.
The owl is hunting
no sound at all.
The fox is hunting
out on the fen.
Long before day break
he be a sleep in his den.
Come herald the day break
the horn and the hounds.
The fox is dead
the owl makes
no sound.

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  • (4/4/2006 4:17:00 PM)


    I see the uncertainty.......all were gone and no sound.Very emotional Roy. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 4, 2006



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