A Sorry Sorry Thing Poem by John Carter Brown

What a lovely poem. As children we have all frightened the birds away and as they took flight we stood watching them soar up into the sky John, it was the excitement of it all, innocence.

What a nice work John. when i see a clunker nest, i really get sad, once in my Grandmother's house yard the larks made a nest, but wind bowled and destroyed their house. their children died. and it was a sorry sorry thing. but a month later they came back and made a new house. its been days that i haven't gone to my hometown to see how are those little larks. hope they do fine well written

A sorry, sorry thing indeed - pleased to learn you have changed John. A heart-rending little poem..

Love the rhythm to this excellent little poem and of course the sentiment.

After committing such a deed, a boy who feels pangs of regret will begin to change. The awakening of conscience is painful. A poignant write.

line 11: " its" bri :) i already have left comments, below. i still like poem. and birds.

birds! one of my favorite things, along with ice cream and bedtime. like some other readers, i too admit to harming birds in my youth, but just three times i think. once with an arrow and twice with bb gun. BUT i was ONLY trying to come close to hitting them! who knew i was a robin hood? ? ! now i make up (some) for my wickedness, by putting up (and sometimes even filling with seeds; that part is important!) birdfeeders, and some birdhouses. i don't recall ever intentionally disrupting a nest. i mean i never damaged or removed a nest while i thought it was being or about to be used, but after the family had flown, i sometimes would collect a nest. every spring i would risk death by climbing trees to spy on the contents of nests. the mouths of begging baby birds look HUGE and very colorful; nice 'targets' for adults returning with food. years later i learned that some birds reuse? a nest, particularly to raise more than one family in one year. i'm not sure if they build a new nest or use the old. i have heard of eagles adding to an old nest in subsequent years. =================== i enjoyed daffodil-days, the rhyming of the poem, the story, and the title repeated at the end. [but one of your it's isn't correct, John. BUT, as you pointed out to me today, in your comment on my poem My English Sucks, it's whether or not the writing is understood which is most important.] thanks for sharing. bri :) goes to MyPoemList.

Yes, but Mother Nature has her own way of taking care of things. Lovely poem.

Hello John What is it with boys and nests anyway the poem is great well done Im sure you are kind to birds now because you realize its a sorry sorry thing love the poem