sylvia spencer

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An Intruder - Poem by sylvia spencer

In this place of silence and gloom,
sits an intruder on a mossy tomb
He is a very small bird with a colourful breast,
and the crumbling graves, are his place of rest.
How can he find food in a place so empty,
yet he looks as if he has been fed, plenty.
The winds of God blow seed around,
for this intruder to feed off the ground.
He feels protected in this lonely place.
Where he can bob around at his own pace.
Summer and winter, all the year through.
This little intruder has a birds eye view,
when his perched on a branch of the
hanging Yew.
He has become a mourner in his own right,
because when there's a funeral, he's there on site.
He sings a melody, one that can be heard,
to let the mourners know this is
God's everlasting word.


Comments about An Intruder by sylvia spencer

  • Ernestine Northover (6/9/2006 4:08:00 PM)


    I love any poem about a robin, they are delightful and so friendly. Nice write Sylvia. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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  • (4/5/2006 7:56:00 AM)


    Epic like, I pictured myself as the robin looking down from the steeple on a warm summers day.Beautiful, moving and content feeling from this one.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (3/22/2006 10:08:00 AM)


    A reflective and peaceful poem to bring quiet thoughts to a hectic world. We all need to stop and open our senses to the grace that is ever around us.
    Well done!
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  • (3/22/2006 7:16:00 AM)


    What a precious portrait of a bird. His message is both beautiful and profound..

    Love, Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 10, 2006


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