THE ROBIN
Listen! Did you hear the robin
singing in the trees?
It sounded so sweet carried on
a warmer breeze
That now blows, instead of that
wind that cuts and bites
As winter comes and stays, with
her may pretty sights.
Yes, that is a robin, there is no
mistaking it’s song,
He seems to be the first of the great
migrating throng,
I see him in the branches, there
looking so very fine,
I wonder if on my suet ball he has
quietly come to dine?
Now he is on the clothes line his
head tilted to one side,
There is, close by, bare soil where
many worms do still hide.
Welcome my friend robin, the herald
of sweet spring,
I hope your presence the constant
warmth does bring.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 March 2004