To A Crow Poem by Martin Swords

Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland

To A Crow

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Despised Crow
Who loves you
But another Crow.
Blessed with ugly grace,
And coal scuttle call.
Strut like funeral folk
In suit of mourning,
Condemned to deal in death.
We cannot all be peacocks
Nor would want to.
Beauty is in the mind,
As some beholders see

Monochrome. Wow!
Ask any Crow







Martin Swords
April 2002

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jimi Doyle 28 July 2007

i like this one ...ask any crdw

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Indira Renganathan 08 September 2009

One has to admit that there is something in the crow too to be watched...you are too watchful to give this lovely piece...beautiful poem

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Jasmin Whyte 27 August 2009

'Coal scuttle call' what an observation! I shall never again attempt to fill a solid fuel cooker without remembering the connection between coal and crow.

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Alison Cassidy 18 July 2009

Short, sharp engaging verse about a much maligned bird. Your final couplet is brilliant. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Duh Huh 14 April 2009

I like crows too, with their ugly grace :) We cannot all be peacocks Nor would want to. Well said. Thank you for sharing.

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Elysabeth Faslund 12 August 2007

Short, concise, message is clear...but, I LIKE crows, ravens, everything but a vulture. Really, Love this little gem...xxElysabeth

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Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland
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