Treasure Island

Angela Wybrow

(Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

The Blackbird


The song of the blackbird
Can now be heard
Up in the tree tops -
High above the shops.

It may well be raining,
But he’s not complaining.
The day may well be grey,
But he keeps singing away.

The rain makes us frown,
But doesn’t get him down.
His song fills the air,
Whether it’s rainy or fair.

As we rush around,
Destination bound,
On a branch, he rests,
Singing out his best.

Only an astute few
Hear his song so true;
They possess a keen ear,
And are filled with cheer.

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013
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  • David Wood (4/17/2013 12:30:00 PM)

    A lovely poem Angela. I love poems about birds and yours is a good one. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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