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To A Blackbird And His Mate Who Died In The Spring

Rating: 2.8

(For Kenton)

An iron hand has stilled the throats
That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee
And dammed the flood of silver notes
That drenched the world in melody.
The blosmy apple boughs are yearning
For their wild choristers' returning,
But no swift wings flash through the tree.

Ye that were glad and fleet and strong,
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Joyce Metzger 16 March 2017

Love the imagery presented and provoked within these few choice words.

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Judy Ware 30 April 2006

I LIKE THIS POEM AND IS IT OKAY TO PRINT THEM I ESPECIALLY LIKE TREES BUT I WOULD LIKE TO PRINT COPIES SO THAT I CAN KEEP THEM IN MY SPECIAL FOLDER AND TAKE THEM TO WORK TO READ. THANK YOU

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