Mistle Thrush

September 16, 2009
Storms a howling
On the coast
Dark as hell,
Yet ebbing .

On the fence
Sits Mistle Thrush
A speckled breast
And gray.

Lesser buff
Than sister Song,
But none the less
A fighter.

Sings for wind
And sings for rain,
Sings for snow
And thunder.

Mistle Thrush
Will strong perform
As long as there’s
A fury.

If only we
Were quite so wise
To sing when storms
Are threatening.

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xxxWildChild said...
Sept. 22, 2009 at 4:44 pm
this poem is amazing. I really like it. reminds of one classic.....cant really remember the title...but its good.
unknownflower said...
Sept. 22, 2009 at 7:20 am
OMG it is soo nice
free verse poem is wat we hav for exam
Veritytrue said...
Sept. 21, 2009 at 11:24 pm
This poem has a great rhythm-- it's just asking to be read aloud! Good job!
Green_Eyed_Irish replied...
Sept. 21, 2009 at 11:41 pm
Thank you so much :)
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