To The Dogwood He Came
Down hot sunny lane came pink robin,
With a beautiful song in his heart!
He perched on a dogwood in my garden,
A moment of rapture, soon to depart.
Blooming days in my garden of delight.
The afternoon dragged waiting for him;
And he came singing long before night,
Like a rainbow's appearance on a whim!
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: joy,rhyme,bird,pink,garden,tree,song