Poem: My Little Bird

By bhmcintosh | bhmcintosh | 23 May 2019

Hope is a wonder in this world of ours, capable of working miracles...


My Little Bird

My little bird, whose name is Hope,
that happy creature of my soul,
chirps a merry tune to me,
the sweetest song I've ever heard,
that warms a heart made stiff by cold,
by troubles weak and worries old,
and pulls me from the clutches of
my pain and misery and woe,
and she, my feathered Champion,
my Heroine, takes the progeny of pain,
upon her golden gilded wings,
and flies them up into the sky,
and over there, beyond the
farthest mountain I can see,
and further on, I know not where,
but pray that place a fitting end,
for the children of despair.



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I've written some poetry (currently posted on Steemit) and would like to explore more creative writing in the future.


I'm interested in poetry. Unless otherwise stated, all poems I post are my own, original works: Copyright © B.H. McIntosh.

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