Mistle Thrush

September 16, 2009
By Green_Eyed_Irish PLATINUM, Vancouver, Washington
Green_Eyed_Irish PLATINUM, Vancouver, Washington
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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.


The author's comments:
Mistle Thrush's are birds that sing their little hearts out during the climax of a storm.

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This article has 4 comments.


on Sep. 22 2009 at 4:44 pm
xxxWildChild BRONZE, Millington, New Jersey
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this poem is amazing. I really like it. reminds of one classic.....cant really remember the title...but its good.

on Sep. 22 2009 at 7:20 am
OMG it is soo nice

free verse poem is wat we hav for exam

on Sep. 21 2009 at 11:41 pm
Green_Eyed_Irish PLATINUM, Vancouver, Washington
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Thank you so much :)

on Sep. 21 2009 at 11:24 pm
Veritytrue SILVER, LaVista, Nebraska
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This poem has a great rhythm-- it's just asking to be read aloud! Good job!


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