I don't know why the blackbird sings.A Poem by Chris Shaw
I don't know why the blackbird sings,
though I am grateful that he brings to me a tuneful melody. At dawn he greets me with a song, while perched upon the silver birch. He charms my mood with poetry. If ever I should fail to hear those soulful notes so sweet and clear, they'll be no hope of saving me. For I'll be lost forever more where sounds of nature can't be heard and all the garden birds have flown and left me to eternity.
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Added on April 25, 2019Last Updated on April 25, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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