Tag: thrush

The Hopes of Every Soul

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A mistle thrush

Was singing

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As if all the world

Were ringing

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With the hopes

Of every soul

.

The year

Was at its ending

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But the light was growing

Mending

.

Darkness

Which could never wrestle

.

Ultimate

Control.

.

Mistle thrush

Blessed Company

Thrush hurls her song

in curls and spirals and dead straight lines

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The trees stand as still as time

The hills look down benignly

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The wind converses enigmatically

The river merely suggests itself so quietly

.

Even the buttercups

Nod their heads with glee –

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I feel I am among

such blessed company.

Blessed Company FWTS