Too Small for Grieving

[Tony Grannell]

Fly little sparrow, don’t you stay,
it’s not a day for singing.
The morning air is cold and still,
even the bells aren’t ringing.

Go little sparrow, fly away
for sorrows weep this morning.
‘Tis sad this day, my little friend;
God’s own fields are mourning.

Please little sparrow, off with you;
such horrors, ‘tis hard believing.
Take to the air, leave Flanders fields,
your heart’s too small for grieving.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Purest perspective - sad sight but quite enjoyed your classic rhyme.

[Tony Grannell]

Hello RhymeLovingWriter, Lovely to hear from you and that you enjoyed this one, gladdens me. Most kind of you. Do take care now, Tony.

[AlexandratheLate]

I thought this was beautiful in it’s simplicity.

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Alexandra, Yes it is, very simple indeed and I am delighted you found it beautiful. Ever so kind of you. Do take care now, Tony.

[DWAYNE]

A touching, beautiful verse of remembrance.

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Dwayne, Your response is lovely and very much appreciated. Your health is improving, I trust, Tony.