Don Pearson

Rookie - 5 Points (12/01/1950 / England)

Bird - Poem by Don Pearson

(For Julia)

He used to sit in the trees
in Park Road,
singing to the old gods
close by the gate to Chiswick House.

He wore his albinism with panache,
unconcerned that,
whatever they allowed elsewhere,
in this well-mannered part of London
blackbirds were expected
to make every effort to be black.

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Topic(s) of this poem: bird

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22nd April 2013

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  • Silver Star - 3,389 Points Adeline Foster (12/19/2013 6:06:00 PM)

    I loved it, loved it. Read mine - Briar Fever -
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 28, 2014

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