Three Crows Poem by Eric Cockrell

Three Crows



three crows
sitting on a fence...
named,
compassion, action,
and forgiveness.
one flew away,
and the other two
turned to stone...
even the wind
could not revive them!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
L C Vieira 07 April 2012

Thoughtful. We need all three to work together. I like the rhythm - and the challenge.

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Tsira Gogeshvili 03 April 2012

The third always is superfluous. :)

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