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by Ted Kooser
Still dark, and raining hard
on a cold May morning
and yet the early bird
is out there chirping,
chirping its sweet-sour
wooden-pulley notes,
pleased, it would seem,
to be given work,
hauling the heavy
bucket of dawn
up from the darkness,
note over note,
and letting us drink.
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Comments (2)
that's awesome. thanks for sharing.
Glad you liked it! Ted Kooser is one of my favorite poets, and what I love about his stuff is how accessible his writing is... especially to people who may not be that into poetry.
If you want to read a bit more, I've got several of his poems posted on here. Mostly because I couldn't help myself, and wanted to share. They're here:
The Time of Their Lives
Tattoo
At the Office Early
Camera
Mourners
Carrie
Year's End
New Year's Day