On Seeing A Robin Poem by John Carter Brown
On Seeing A Robin
There he stands,
As pert as can be
Ruler of all,
In the sycamore tree;
Fresh from his roost,
Taking the day
Singing his song,
He's something to say.
There he is,
As cool as a king
Awaiting his mate,
Embracing the spring;
A turn of the head,
A feather to preen
A nest to be built,
To offer his queen.
There he stands,
Looking his best
His tilted-up tail,
His cherry-red chest;
A gleam in his eye,
A worm in his bill
And for all I know,
He's standing there still.
(Written Dec 2013)
A turn of the head, A feather to preen A nest to be built, To offer his quee really nice and perfect..as i always said, you are a talented writer john.
The last 2 lines finished the poem in a way no other words could. Very well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:50:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Really sweet John, I can just picture the little chap - you have captured him perfectly here.