A storm has damaged the corn crop, A drought is scorching the hay, A payment is due on the homestead, -- I try to pray. Defeated I walk in the twilight, When lilting music is heard, Above my head in the willows: A mocking-bird. One wing hangs limp and broken, All night his song does not cease; New courage comes with the morning -- I am at peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ST. AGNES' MORNING by MAXWELL ANDERSON |