Today the Wood Thrush Did Not Sing
October 15th, 2009 by Rodney Roe

Today the wood thrush did not sing.
The air seemed still and wrong,
Without his fluty, flighty song.

The humming birds buzz in a rush.
Swooping, feeding, fighting jewels,
But they will never be the thrush.

Contrasting gifts these tiny birds
Whose song is but a twitter,
And the reclusive singing thrush,
Whose glitter is his song.
Rodney Roe


4 Responses  
Rita Sander writes:
January 22nd, 2010 at 2:19 pm

Rodney, What a wonderful poem. I didn’t know this was one of your many talents. Keep them coming for us to enjoy. Do you copywrite them?

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    Rodney Roe writes:
    January 22nd, 2010 at 5:29 pm

    No, do you think I should? I’m not really up on getting that done, either. I have thought of doing a book of poetry, but I think getting poetry published is even harder than prose. It would also mean being disciplined enough to get it done.

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Laura writes:
October 27th, 2009 at 6:53 am

Rodney

Fine poem. I am not into poetry, but i get that feeling bird watching.
I miss the hummers.

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    Rodney Roe writes:
    October 27th, 2009 at 1:23 pm

    I miss the hummers, too. They started to dwindle about the first of Oct. and have been entirely gone about a week. We had a wood thrush that sang continually this summer and then one day it was quiet. I like the rhythm of poetry. I hesitated to publish the poem here, but thought someone might enjoy it. After being an avid bird watcher most of my life, I’ve become a bird listener. It’s a different experience. Harder I think, but fun.

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