John Carter Brown


A Sorry Sorry Thing - Poem by John Carter Brown

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.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

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)

Comments about A Sorry Sorry Thing by John Carter Brown

  • Gold Star - 12,352 Points Bri Edwards (2/8/2015 2:50:00 PM)

    birds! one of my favorite things, along with ice cream and bedtime. like some other readers, i too admit to harming birds in my youth, but just three times i think. once with an arrow and twice with bb gun. BUT i was ONLY trying to come close to hitting them! who knew i was a robin hood? ? ! now i make up (some) for my wickedness, by putting up (and sometimes even filling with seeds; that part is important!) birdfeeders, and some
    birdhouses.



    i don't recall ever intentionally disrupting a nest. i mean i never damaged or removed a nest while i thought it was being or about to be used, but after the family had flown, i sometimes would collect a nest.
    every spring i would risk death by climbing trees to spy on the contents of nests. the mouths of begging baby birds look HUGE and very colorful; nice 'targets' for adults returning with food.
    years later i learned that some birds reuse? a nest, particularly to raise more than one family in one year. i'm not sure if they build a new nest or use the old. i have heard of eagles adding to an old nest in subsequent years.
    ===================
    i enjoyed daffodil-days, the rhyming of the poem, the story, and the title repeated at the end.

    [but one of your it's isn't correct, John. BUT, as you pointed out to me today, in your comment on my poem My English Sucks, it's whether or not the writing is understood which is most important.]

    thanks for sharing. bri :)
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  • Rookie Connie Yost (3/15/2014 9:19:00 PM)

    Yes, but Mother Nature has her own way of taking care of things. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,981 Points 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

  • Rookie - 431 Points 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

  • Freshman - 754 Points Ruth Walters (7/18/2013 3:24:00 PM)

    Love the rhythm to this excellent little poem and of course the sentiment. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,260 Points 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

  • Rookie - 264 Points Ellias Anderson Jr. (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

  • Freshman - 883 Points 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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013


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