". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Sunday, March 17, 2019

So Sing the Mockingbirds

Northern Mockingbird/Wikimedia Commons

My son wrote this poem for his English class. The assignment was to write a summary, in verse, of To Kill a Mockingbird. He also set it to music. The English teacher liked it so much he put it on the test.

So Sing the Mockingbirds
by Evan Magness
In Maycomb's nest live many flocks;
Hawks, Blue Jays, Robins, Finches too;
And many more, make here their nest;
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

Finches, they say, fly from their ways;
Hatchlings, they say, migrate today;
'Tis not to be a Finch they say;
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

The Mockingbird, He do they mock;
But leave them gifts by tree he does;
And lure him from his nest they try;
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

The chick they say, must learn this night;
Just how to live her life just right;
Or fall the pit of shame tonight;
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

The Robin calls to Finch for aid;
Fly to his aid, the Father does;
Oppressed by Hawks are they this day;
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

Opposed by Hawks, Blue Jays and Wrens;
And Family calls, "Shame us you do!"
"His debt must pay, but still you stand."
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

The father weak, the children think;
His only skills, in pen and ink;
He cannot save the Robin, he;
For weak is he, and frail is he.

Yet from the hound he saves his nest;
His gunmanship, by this he's blessed;
Weak be he not, hound dog he's caught;
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

Against these winds, the birds still fly;
Against the Hawks, their heads held high;
The Robin save from death, they try;
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.
So sing the Mockingbirds this morn.

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