Robin Poem by Christoph Praus

Robin



Patience little Robin, for you such good,
Things may come for you,
Your mind as it is, is present,
But only if you could see what lies hence,
You might pause, and consider,
So entertain not haste, slow your mind,
Bide you time, bask in the hot sun.

Thursday, May 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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