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.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
(Written June 2013)
Comments about this poem (A Sorry Sorry Thing by John Carter Brown )
Poem of the Day
- 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
- Invictus, William Ernest Henley
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- No Man Is An Island, John Donne
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
- Alone, Maya Angelou
- Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
- Heather Burns
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)