So Long A Go. Poem by Roy Storey

So Long A Go.



Across the hills
of avealon
then through the mist of time.
We are the warrior race
the hand of selandine.
We lived in the north land
of wind and ice and snow.
Dieing in a blizzard
ho so long ago.

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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