I saw a mocking bird upon a tree <br />alone, chirping a tune <br />the skill of imitation bore he <br />as it sang amid the gloom. <br />Children played among the fields <br />adults conversed freely, <br />but of the bird in the broken still <br />faces thought him silly. <br />O beautiful composer of the skies <br />your deep music is superb <br />but can never be fully realized <br />the song of a mocking bird.<br /><br />Phillip Knox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-a-mocking-bird/
