Phil Soar

Gold Star - 47,519 Points (28.06.1952)

Robins - Poem by Phil Soar

I love the sound of Robins at this time of year
Sitting calling out to those around them
Signalling their patch as a private residence
Not to be encroached upon
And yet the trill sound is like an opera
Telling a story
Spreading the word that he is the ruler of his patch
And that he will fight to keep those rights
His composition a well and trusted lyric
Shared by many
But unique to him
And I sit and listen to it
As I would my favourite Orchestral manoeuvre.
I love the sound of robins at this time of year

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (9/4/2015 5:54:00 AM)


    Truly, the chirping and twittering of the birds is a great joy and amusing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015



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