Treasure Island

John Carter Brown


A Sorry Sorry Thing


Once upon a Sunday
In the daffodil-days of spring
I heard a Blackbird crying,
'Twas a sorry sorry thing.

'Oh dear' said I, advancing
And finding half-built nest,
And then all of a sudden
The bird flew off - to west.

His little home bedraggled
By thoughtless little boys;
The Blackbird? far away now,
No more the crying noise.

How was it that the children
Wanted not to hear it sing?
But in it's absence, desecrate...
It's a sorry sorry thing.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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I am ashamed to admit that I was once one of those thoughtless little boys. I hope the birds all forgave me for my wicked deeds

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(Written June 2013)

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  • Noreen Carden (9/19/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    Hello John What is it with boys and nests anyway the poem is great well done
    Im sure you are kind to birds now because you realize its a sorry sorry thing
    love the poem (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (7/27/2013 10:24:00 AM)

    I must admit to shooting at birds with my bb gun, in my youthful days-what a sorry sorry thing.
    This should become required reading for all youngsters. Excellant expression John (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (6/25/2013 1:23:00 PM)

    A sorry, sorry thing indeed - pleased to learn you have changed John. A heart-rending little poem.. (Report) Reply

  • Ellias Anderson (6/19/2013 3:14:00 AM)

    What a nice work John. when i see a clunker nest, i really get sad, once in my Grandmother's house yard the larks made a nest, but wind bowled and destroyed their house. their children died. and it was a sorry sorry thing. but a month later they came back and made a new house. its been days that i haven't gone to my hometown to see how are those little larks. hope they do fine
    well written (Report) Reply

  • Mary Forrester (6/13/2013 3:02:00 PM)

    What a lovely poem. As children we have all frightened the birds away and as they took flight we stood watching them soar up into the sky John, it was the excitement of it all, innocence. (Report) Reply

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