Michelle Robertson

The Woodpecker - Poem by Michelle Robertson

Why would he work
with the rain pouring down,
splashing on his head
and streaming all around?

Why does he search with such decision,
poking and prodding,
planning the next incision?

How can his feathers
still glow in the gloom,
bright red at the top
black as night at the plume?

His ethic and splendor
diligence and might,
could only come from
the Maker of dark and light.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Poet's Notes about The Poem

My daughter, aged 4, and I watched a woodpecker at work and I thought of this poem.

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  • Michelle Robertson (4/25/2018 7:27:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 25, 2018

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