Hope Poem by Steve Howard

Hope

Rating: 4.4


Comes the morning, thrush will call,
from brambled hedge, or garden wall.
Sing he must, and sing he will,
though even to a silent hill.
And be there but echoes all along,
he will forget the day, but not his song.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 27 September 2017

forget the day, but not song, good one

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Dr Antony Theodore 21 April 2018

Sing he must, and sing he will, though even to a silent hill. songs and echoes... very fine vision.. dear poet Stephen Howard.. thanku. tony

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Steve Howard 21 April 2018

Thanks Dr.tony. Brahmin

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Steve Howard 27 September 2017

Thanks Gajanan Mishra

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Michael Bee 31 May 2020

Lovely poetry, Steve.

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Steve Howard 18 August 2019

Thanks very much for your kind critique Chinedu Dike. Im grateful.

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Chinedu Dike 18 August 2019

A poignant rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. Inspired by your style of writing.

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Steve Howard 22 April 2018

Thanks Dr.tony Brahmin. I'm grateful

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Dr Antony Theodore 22 April 2018

Sing he must, and sing he will, songs and echoes.. a song that lingers in the soul even when the day is forgotten. very nice poem my dear Steve.. tony

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