The Finch


The finch sings his cheerful song
Even when times are tough,
He knows what it takes to be strong
And to him, that’s more than enough,

The branch bends with the snowy squall
The finch holds on and sings,
He believes in himself, and will not fall
He knows that he has wings.

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  1. Debbie D. February 10, 2015 at 2:27 PM

    Such a lovely photo and inspirational poem. ☺ We should all be as strong as the finch.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 12, 2015 at 3:34 AM

      Thanks, Debbie. Yes, that finch is inspiring.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 10, 2015 at 6:43 PM

    I love the poem! Reminds me of stuff we did at school. And such a beautiful photo...

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  3. elly stornebrinkFebruary 10, 2015 at 10:46 PM

    Love your poem Cat as the photo: thanks for sharing! :) <3

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  4. NabanitaFebruary 10, 2015 at 11:31 PM

    Beautiful poem..for some reason it reminded me of the book 'Goldfinch' :)

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    1. UnknownFebruary 12, 2015 at 3:35 AM

      Thanks, Naba. I don't know that book you're referring to. I should check it out.

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  5. Shilpa GargFebruary 10, 2015 at 11:43 PM

    Aha! That's a lovely pic and an inspiring poem. Thanks for sharing, Cat! :)

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  6. VinithaFebruary 11, 2015 at 4:05 AM

    Inspiring poem. Loved it, Cathy. :)

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  7. UnknownFebruary 11, 2015 at 6:33 AM

    Beautiful. Birds have such amazing faith. If we could only trust and not worry as they do...just sing, soar, and be happy! ♥

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    1. UnknownFebruary 12, 2015 at 3:36 AM

      So true. Birds are great that way, aren't they? Thanks, Kathy.

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  8. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2015 at 6:45 AM

    Lovely poem Cat. the metaphor is strong and so beautifully portrayed. An important message too. Thank you for sharing. Bests, Sam Rappaz.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 12, 2015 at 3:37 AM

      Thanks so much tkamb. I appreciate your comments.

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  9. RachnaFebruary 11, 2015 at 3:29 PM

    Finches -- those tiny little noisy birds. Loved how you brought out the metaphor.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 12, 2015 at 3:37 AM

      Thanks very much, Rachna. I found the quote really resonated with me.

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  10. RachnaFebruary 11, 2015 at 3:29 PM

    Finches -- those tiny little noisy birds. Loved how you brought out the metaphor.

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