Hope for Thrush

By Steve Howard Last updated Aug 23, 2024

Hope for Thrush

Comes the morning, thrush will call,
from brambled hedge, or garden wall.
Sing he must, and sing he will,
though even to a silent hill.

Be there but echoes all along,
he forgets the day, but not his song.

Creative Writing Poem

Steve Howard

Born in North Carolina, he spent his early childhood in the Appalachian mountains. There he was weaned on gospel and bluegrass music, as well as tales of ghosts, will o the wisps and faeries in the misty highlands. Now retired, and living in northwest Florida, he spends as much time as possible on the rivers and in the woodlands.

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