A Real Cuckoo - Poem by Douglas McClarty
I heard a cuckoo this morning
It was as clear as the morning air
Calling across a wooded valley
Was the first I have ever heard
Apart from a clock in our front room
That was many years ago
But this was a real cuckoo I heard
Because my watch said five past nine.
Comments about A Real Cuckoo by Douglas McClarty
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.