Roy Sumner

Pursuit - Poem by Roy Sumner

I cherish the wisdom of old
Bringing the lost in from the cold
Empirically moving north
An open mind seeing forth
A cumulus of knowledge yet to be told

Driven by fear
My laurels are sharp
My body will wear
But continue to harp
The twill on my dreams
Will burst at the seams

Soak in the ways
And the practices lent
For the rest of my days
I will not be content

Comments about Pursuit by Roy Sumner

  • Captain Cur (5/23/2012 8:51:00 PM)

    Learn from the old, live in the new. Great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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