Poem of the Day

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Butcher Bird in Drought Time

Three notes he sang,

three lonely limpid notes

to the arid sky;

green as hope they were,

clear  as mountain air

and sweet as water falling.

 

Keep them as a sign

that he will sing again

in other springs

as green as hope,

as clear as mountain air

and sweet as water falling.
© Anne Bell

 

First published NSW Department of Education School magazine

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6 thoughts on “Poem of the Day

  1. Thank you all – both for reading and taking time to comment.Everlasting thanks to Di for
    this blog – and for finding me so many friends of like mind.Big hugs.Anne and the dawg x

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