KEJ ( / Athens, Georgia)

The Mockingbird Hymn

My bird don’t want one thing but the fear that rules his soul.
I offered him my garden and offered him my corncrib.
I offered my heart as he sang in the night, and
I learned that it’s a sin to love a mockingbird.

My bird don’t sing one thing but the songs he overheard,
and softly chirps a sparrow’s sweet promise to be faithful.
If only my bird would just love like a sparrow
it wouldn’t be a sin to love a mockingbird.

My bird don’t let one thing but despair come near his heart.
He swoops down on the housecats and worries all the robins
and pecks at my soul when I reach out to hold him.
Believe me, it’s a sin to love a mockingbird.

My bird don’t do one thing but make music I enjoy-
He don’t eat up my garden and don’t nest in my corncrib.
He don’t do one thing but to sing-song my heart out
and that’s why it’s a sin to love a mockingbird.

(Alabama,2004)

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Comments (2)

Lare, I am humbled by your comments! I only have a few poems that I feel are ready for others to read, and they are pretty much all here on this site, but I have been writing up a storm lately, so who knows? This one is probably my very best, and it comes from a line in the book To Kill a Mockingbird: Miss Maudie explained to Scout that 'mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird' (96) . Thank you kindly for your words of encouragement!
Hi Kristin...this poem speaks volumes...this is truly an excellent write...it flows...and speaks of a simple truth that cannot be taken away...If you have a poetry book or one that is due to come out tell me where I can buy it... Lare Austin