Roy Storey Poems

Jupta and me
would sit
by the well.
In the shade
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Rain falls
hiting the road.
Runing
here, and there,
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The old man
sit watches
the day.
Sioipannee
...

Moving through the water
sliding through the grass.
A serpent, bound in histroy
a ghost from the past.
...

Would it ever work for us
lines burning on a page.
So near, so far
in another age.
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In the square.
Looking up to take the air.
It is a lovely day.
But she know that anyway.
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There a land
called make believe.
Just move this
cloud with a heave.
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When all the prayers have been said.
And all the children are in bed.
On my own i slip away.
My mind to dance, some times to play.
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Cast your heart
on the wind
fly.
Your life is
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Rising out of the morning
our new hopes.
Rising out of the morning
our new dreams.
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