Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,895 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

A Thrush - Poem by Juan Olivarez

There is a thrush, with red eyes,
Drinking water from a plate.
Turning her head up to the skies,
Always conscious of her fate.

Her long curved beak, like a scimitar,
Dipping in the liquid clear.
I wonder if she's been flying far,
Water dripping from her beak, like tears.

Those fiery eyes, turn now on me,
As she flies up to the oak.
Flying up her spirit free,
And a song of thanks, comes from her throat.

12/1/10 Alton Texas

Comments about A Thrush by Juan Olivarez

  • (1/14/2011 8:20:00 AM)

    Nice poem Juan, not only does it rhyme but it tells a nice story,
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 1, 2010

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