Drove into Church this morn
To set up for the hymns;
And their awaiting at the door
A swan waiting to get in.
It joined the congregation
But wouldn’t sing the song,
It must have been a mute you see,
Or might have got it wrong.
It came down to the choir
To listen to the row;
But didn’t like it very much
So left without a bow.
The service neared completion
The plate was passed around,
The swan donated nothing
So it didn’t hang around!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is based on a true story, when I went to church to open it up a swan was by the door. I managed to lead it back down to the river by getting some biscuits from the church and throwing pieces in front of him which led him back to the river.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
I love your story Gold but even more I love your word play with it starting with that play on the saying swan song. Then there was row which very well could have been the line or a angry ruckus and bow which can be taken two ways as well. Very nice Andy and a fave
Thank you for your kind words soren, much appreciated.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Love this tale. Enjoyable read my friend.
So glad you enjoyed it Katie, thank you.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
And Creation groans and like the pangs of childbirth. Interesting. 🙏🕊️
Thank you Rik much appreciated.
Andy
Most welcome, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
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